[Neptune.]

 

Originally Posted by Epiales

Frostmelt
|he/him|purrks: N/A|moons: 17| riverclan warrior|
"dulce bellum inexpertis" ~ War is sweet to those who have never fought.
"Factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio, inter mortuuos liber." ~ I have become like a person without help, living among the dead.


He nodded slightly. “I-I am.. uh.. not the best at.. hunting,” he mumbled quickly. But he could at least teach the apprentice the basics. He stopped fumbling with the dirt and looked up at the apprentice. For as confident as she was, she didn’t know how to hunt? He walked a bit to find a more clear area, and to get away from the apprentice for a moment. “You know.. how to pounce at.. uh.. least, right?” He asked her, this voice still low. When he caught the scent of a mouse he quickly turn his attention to finding it. He followed his nose until he saw the mouse, which then he stayed quiet until he was ready to leap. Which he did and caught the mouse swiftly, this first clean catch, ever. The mouse wriggled, threatening to get away. He quickly bit the mouse head and carried it back the short way. He dropped the mouse and waited for the apprentices response.

Wrenpaw
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36/100
9 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue
medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
[DC: 12]

"'Course I can pounce, even a kit knows that much..." she muttered the latter half of the sentence under her breath. There was no point upsetting Frostmelt with snide comments if she could avoid it, though holding her tongue was harder than the silver molly had anticipated. Silently, she follows behind her warrior escort and watches as he pounces on a mouse. It's not... quite a lesson, but she hungrily watches his moves, the way he keeps his body parallel to the ground, trying to drink in everything he was doing and commit it to memory. When he looks back to her she simply flicks an ear in acknowledgement of the demonstration and raises her nose to the sky to find something of her own to hunt down.

[roll to catch: 12 - slim success]
It's not long before the scent of another rodent fills her nose, and Wrenpaw is mimicking the way Frostmelt stalked his mouse, keeping her body low to the ground and her tail still behind her, mindful of the feathery fur that drops down from it in a curtain. Soon, she's locking eyes on a vole, scrabbling around in the dirt and grass and leaf litter. Wrenpaw takes a moment to examine it, to watch how it moves, but she doesn't waste another moment on that, because a breath later, she pounces. At first, she's almost convinced it's going to get away from her, but she digs her claws in further and makes a grab for its neck, killing the thing swiftly.

'Not too bad!' She thinks to herself as she carries her catch back to Frostmelt, awaiting his verdict while also putting her vole with his mouse. "How was that?" She asks him once her mouth is free of prey, clear blue eyes blinking at him in calm consultation. She knows she must have done well, but she stamps down on the pride bubbling in her chest. Pride could be her death one day, she's not letting it get out of paw now.