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Originally Posted by SpiralTheRival

Rainpaw suppressed a sigh of relief that his mentor finally fell silent about his personal affairs but twitched his ear in annoyance when he saw the pleased smile on Obsidiansky's maw. You win this round. At last he could push all that away and focus on hunting. He wanted to become an apprentice that the darker tom was proud of.

"I'll do the hunting crouch." He tried to remember everything about crouches he could remember but there seemed to be hardly anything. Remembering watching the kits in the nursery play hunt would be no help to him, what did they know? However, he did remember a small conversation he picked up from a couple of apprentices.
"Haretuft said I'm learning quickly!"
"Lucky! I can't seem to get my crouch low enough..."

The voices faded as the memory did but it didn't leave Rainpaw with too much information. Low. He took a deep breath and launched right in, bunching up his undeveloped muscles and lowering into a crouch...except, it wasn't so much a crouch as much it was an awkward pose. He was lopsided and though he leaned down his hind quarters stuck in the air. If only Rainpaw could see himself he'd realize how silly and off he was but this is what he thought a hunting crouch was.

Clearing his throat, it was obvious that the tom was doing everything in his power not to laugh. True, at least the apprentice was trying. That was what really counted. "Alright, okay, umm... tell you what. There's... there's a few things that need work, but mostly you're actually pretty good!" He praised. And no, he wasn't just saying that to make Rainpaw feel better. He really did believe that the younger tom showed potential. And he certainly did in this case, to be honest. Look at him! He'd gone ahead and done it without any prior real experience, which Obsidiansky thought deserved at least some credit. "Just make sure your weight is centered and stay low to the ground, okay?" That was it. That was all Rainpaw needed to know, wasn't it? Oh StarClan, please don't let me mess this up. He didn't want to ruin his budding possible friendship with the younger cat. Already they had come such a long way from where they had started. Seriously, at first the younger cat had hated him. Now it seemed like they were going to get along. "Do you want me to show you?" Obsidiansky asked in the most gentle, friendly voice that he could muster. There was no longer anything funny about the situation. He's trying. He's trying. Just be friendly and take it slow, he's going to learn soon enough. It was somewhat frustrating to the older cat that it was going to take a longer amount of time but hey, that was what training was for. To help younger cats get better and develop their skills so that someday they would be warriors. And, to be honest, so far Rainpaw had shown quite a bit of skill.

　

He just needed to develop it more.