[Undertaker]

@Rani - Bleedingpaw

Her paws roll a small pinecone between them while she observes the apprentice as he briefly plays with the dead turtle before burying it and setting off. He doesn't go far, so she doesn't have to move much as he wanders along the river. Her pinecone is left behind as she watches him freeze and turn his head towards a bush. Her head follows as she sees the bush rustle. She parts her maw and tastes the air, but she smells no predators around.

Bleedingpaw wasn't stupid enough to hunt something that could kill him, right? Her muscles stiffen as what looks like a small beaver comes flying out of the shrubs. It was a Muskrat, prey, but not something commonly hunted in ShadowClan. Anything with the word rat is expected to have a rather nasty bite. Despite its size, Bleedingpaw dispatched it without too much trouble. Still, she reminded herself to hunt for bites and ship him off to Sleepysunrise after this.

As Bleedingpaw moves further from the river, Dawnstar tenses her muscles underneath and evergreen and leaps upwards, hooking her claws into the tough bark. She climbs the massive tree till she finds a sturdy enough branch to hold her weight and sits on the limb. It's not difficult to locate Bleedingpaw again, his pelt doesn't exactly blend in seamlessly with his surroundings. He's hunting something new.

Confusion brightens her amber eyes as he grabs a rock and manages to hit a snake. He catches the snake after stunning it, but Dawnstar finds the way he catches it quite displeasing. She knew cats had different techniques and whatnot when it comes to hunting. The main goal was to catch the prey; how it was done should be that big of a deal, at least not to her. But it didn't mean she had to like it.

The rest of his hunt was rather lackluster. She wouldn't blame him for the bird, those were tricky. The squirrel he had been hunting she watched escape up a tree, which made her wonder if he knew how to climb, but then thought sticking a cat with balancing issues in a tree was asking for trouble. The ambushing of the mouse was a bit of overkill, but it caught more prey for the clan.

As he collected his prey and returned, Dawnstar stayed on her perch, doing one more quick scan of the territory, and then climbed out of her tree. She landed heavily on the forest floor and slipped into the shadows, winding her way through the trunks and foliage until Bleedingpaw's pretty pelt greeted her gaze as she pushed through some ferns.

"Not bad," Dawnstar strolls over to get a closer look at the catches.

"You caught more than you lost, and the muskrat was quite surprised, but you handled yourself well enough. Your hunting technique with the snake was interesting to say the least." Her huge claws hook into the crevices of the turtle shell as she batters at it lightly.

"The turtle's new, I've never seen anyone catch one personally." She'd have to mess around with that later. "I'd say you pass. You get bitten by the overgrown rat?"