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Originally Posted by BEAR.
She was okay.
Wolfhive would take her word for it, and wasn't going to push the subject further unless needed. As long as she knew her own limits, things would be fine.
She caught the scent easily enough, and he nodded in approval. "Now I want you to do what we just did - same stance, track it down. Go for it when you think you're close enough, and then when you have a grip on it - bite it and kill it." He used when intentionally, because even if she missed a time or two, she would catch one.
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Mallowpaw
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She was finally hunting real prey. Finally, after four moons, she was getting somewhere.
Wolfhive gave her the instructions, and she tried to pinpoint the scent, moving slowly in the direction it was coming from. Soon enough she located it between the roots of a beech tree. Mallowpaw settled into the hunter's crouch and started to move forwards, never taking her eyes of her prey. The crouch felt as uncomfortable as ever, and her stomach burned like fire, but she couldn't afford to make a mistake. This was real prey, not a pile of leaves. If she didn't do this perfectly, it would run off, and she would have to see the disappointment on Wolfhive's face. He might make her practise on leaves again, because she wasn't ready for real prey.
Soon enough she was close enough to pounce. The mouse hadn't seen her, munching obliviously on a seed. But she needed to take action now, because sooner or later it would spot her. So tensing her muscles, anticipation filling her body, she leapt.
The mouse looked up as her shadow crossed it. It tried to flee, but Mallowpaw's front paws slammed onto its tail. It gave a high-pitched squeak that made her grip loosen in surprise, and it pulled itself out of her grasp. Lunging forwards, she sank her claws into its body before sinking her teeth into its neck. The mouse fell limp.
Mallowpaw straightened, pride filling her body as she looked down at the small body in front of her. She had caught her first prey! Mallowpaw let herself sink to her knees as the delicious smell, mixed with the metallic scent of blood, wafted towards her. She had done it. She had finally done it.