Hunting in the mist (Private)

[gs29513]

@v4mp6re_b1t3
After their territory tour, Deadmoon felt confident enough in Mistypaw's ability to not get lost that, after calling her apprentice Mistypaw! Hunting time! she could just....head out of camp. She headed for one of the little copse of trees that dotted the meadow, not her personal favorite but still a decent ones. Her favorite was a bit too close to the border for a new apprentice, still a bit apt to chase prey over scent lines in the excitement. So it wouldn't be the beech copse this time, but instead a trio of slim paper birch trees and a few serviceberry bushes. The latter were sometimes fantastic for attracting birds, but by now they had all been scavenged.

Instead, they would be preying upon the rodents scrabbling about for birch samaras in the falling leaves. This was still acceptable enough, and Deadmoon was fairly certain that a few fieldmice could be scented in among the leaves from where she stopped, a five or six foxlengths back from the trees. It wouldn't do to scare all the prey away now, would it? First we're going to practice our hunting crouches. she explained, sliding into her own. Front paws extended, weight firmly on her haunches with hind paws beneath her, tail low but not touching the ground. Do your best to mirror mine, and then start moving around. This'll help work out some of the crinkles, and I'll correct anything major before we go after the.....whatever's in there. It was probably worth it to make Mistypaw sniff things out, to get her practice differentiating scents and whatnot.

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Originally Posted by gs29513

@v4mp6re_b1t3
After their territory tour, Deadmoon felt confident enough in Mistypaw's ability to not get lost that, after calling her apprentice Mistypaw! Hunting time! she could just....head out of camp. She headed for one of the little copse of trees that dotted the meadow, not her personal favorite but still a decent ones. Her favorite was a bit too close to the border for a new apprentice, still a bit apt to chase prey over scent lines in the excitement. So it wouldn't be the beech copse this time, but instead a trio of slim paper birch trees and a few serviceberry bushes. The latter were sometimes fantastic for attracting birds, but by now they had all been scavenged.

Instead, they would be preying upon the rodents scrabbling about for birch samaras in the falling leaves. This was still acceptable enough, and Deadmoon was fairly certain that a few fieldmice could be scented in among the leaves from where she stopped, a five or six foxlengths back from the trees. It wouldn't do to scare all the prey away now, would it? First we're going to practice our hunting crouches. she explained, sliding into her own. Front paws extended, weight firmly on her haunches with hind paws beneath her, tail low but not touching the ground. Do your best to mirror mine, and then start moving around. This'll help work out some of the crinkles, and I'll correct anything major before we go after the.....whatever's in there. It was probably worth it to make Mistypaw sniff things out, to get her practice differentiating scents and whatnot.

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Mistypaw carefully watched Deadmoon before doing the same, shaking slightly as she lowered herself into the hunting crouch position. She felt stiffed and she looked up at her mentor, her eyes questioning if she was doing it right or not.