Snowypaw
Plodding sullenly behind the large warrior that had offered up to train him, Snowypaw kept his gaze to the ground, one massive paw plodding heavily before the other in tired steps. His left forepaw still stung slightly from the cracks that had appeared due to his constant pacing, but some rest had ensured the wound had begun sealing. He was surprised Stonecrackle had offered up to take him out hunting, and had decided to keep his mouth shut about his small injury, taking the warrior's offer with haste. Being a mentorless apprentice, he needed all the help he could get. It wasn't until the tom spoke that the gentle giant turned his dulled blue eyes upwards, meeting the warrior's gaze.
The patched apprentice's whiskers twitched as he thought for a moment, recollecting the little training experience he'd had. He knew from Deadmoon he had a powerful nose for tracking, and so far it had not stirred him wrong. She had also taught him how to stalk quite well, his crouching steps now second nature to him. Squirrelear had instead focused on teaching him how to pounce on prey. He assumed he had also been taught how to control his strikes, as apparently his strength was too bone shattering for prey, having the potential of turning smaller critters into inedible splatters if he wasn't careful.
Snowypaw scoffed at this in annoyance. Of course, even something like strength - which he would have hoped to have come in handy - was nothing more than a detriment as far as he was concerned. Feeling like a waste of space, he decided to get straight to the point. He saw no reason to gloat or sing the praises Deadmoon or Squirrelear had given him. Their kindness did not hide the fact that he was a lacking apprentice.
"Tracking," the patched tom finally responded in a soft, emotionless voice.
"Stalking. Pouncing to strike down prey," he added as an afterthought. He didn't really know if there was more to hunting, although he supposed there was. There were no doubt more ways to hunt prey if a pounce were to fail. Potentially chasing down prey? Regardless, he remained quiet. He trusted Stonecrackle to know what to do, and if there was nothing else left, he was certain the experience would be helpful regardless.
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