She flicked her ears, annoyed, but otherwise unresponsive to the hornet's feedback.. what did 'too quick' even mean, both times she's practiced with Tigerpelt and Flintclaw they haven't even mentioned speed and she didn't think she was going too fast. If you move too slow then you have just as likely a chance of your prey fleeing. "
That doesn't make sense, if you move too slow then won't your prey run off anyways? How fast am I supposed to move? If I crouch any lower then my fur will drag and that will scare of prey." She could understand scaring things off but Rosepaw had hardly even disturbed the world around her as she showed her crouch.
She gave a shudder at the thought of rolling around in mud, why would anyone do that? Surely the ambient scent of Thunder clan just living here is enough to cover their scents, that and standing down wind from the prey so nothing fresh hits their noses. Rosepaw didn't mean to be so argumentative but she has never seen a hunting patrol return so muddy and she has watched many many patrols come and go. She dreaded the idea of ruining her fur, and her nest, and the cleanliness! Oh that would be just torture. "
Is mud necessary? I've never seen a hunting patrol return muddy, at least, it's not the normal."
Rosepaw waited for a response before deciding to actually use her skills, "
Let me try and hunt and then you can give me feedback." It was a reasonable means of learning, especially after one has already received their beginner's lectures and there wasn't much else that could be spoken at her before it's the same things over and over again. After receiving some reply from her mentor, the russet tabby started a few tail lengths away before flicking her ears forward and stilling her tail, looking for any sign of prey.
[ D10 | 10 -> Success ]
She found something quickly and crouched down to the ground, diving through the undergrowth and remaining mindful of whatever was 'too fast' as directed by her mentor moments earlier. Through a fern that she was crouched behind, Rosepaw's eyes narrowed on their mark, some sort of bird... it had a red tummy and dark feathers.. it wasn't like any birds she's seen recently, but she wanted those feathers. Claws unsheathing, the feline approached to pounce.
[ D10 | 8 -> Success ]
The bird did startle, just moments before Rosepaw landed, but it hadn't had the time to take off before the apprentice latched her teeth into its neck and delivered a killing bite. The prey fell limp in her jaws and she stood up, ready to return to her mentor to show off her kill proudly.