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Originally Posted by Arie
Okay. He didn't know how to hunt squirrels, good. That was now confirmed and Buckspring felt a bit better about the entire thing. He would have to teach the little flower from scratch and that was something he didn't entirely mind. It would be... interesting to say the least and it wasn't like it wouldn't result in failure the first few rounds... or at least that was Buckspring's belief. You didn't have success before you at least tried and failed once because if you succeeded the first time there was a larger portion that was luck than actual skill. "Okay, so the first thing, before you even go off and try to practice hunting, is the hunting crouch. You crouch like this," the white tom demonstrated by sinking low into his haunches, his weight [because he was a bit... chubby] balanced out evenly over the rest of his four paws but his hind legs tensed and ready to strike, "and be ready to strike at anything." |
Sparrowpaw nodded and attempted to replicate the crouch, sinking low to ground, hind legs tensed, ready to strike at anything that moved or smelled vaguely of Windclan. The crouch was not perfect but a good attempt, after all it was only his first try. Starclan this is uncomfortable! he thought, the tom glanced back up at his mentor, awaiting approval.