Grottopaw: Training

[Undertaker]

@dino. - Grottopaw
He's moved out of her den and now sits in front of it, like a mini-guard. It was cute in an odd way. It's not like anyone would be foolish enough to mess with her in her den at the back of camp, but she's been surprised. Still, Grottopaw was too young and small to be anything other than a pest or distraction at best. She supposed it was the thought that counted.

"You know," Dawnstar yawned and pushed aside the lichen before turning to face her son. "It's too cold to sit out here like this you're going to make yourself sick." She lowers her head to lick the apprentice's forehead and then walks past him. "Come on, we're working on your stealth and hunting."

The mother didn't wait long as her paws led her out of the entrance and past the towering sentinels that made up their territory. During leafbare, the shadows dominate their territory as dusk comes earlier than when it was greenleaf and newleaf. The downside was the snow. She padded down a path of trotted snow and it still crunched beneath her tremendous weight. The noise and the way the moonlight reflected off the snow made blending in with the night far more difficult. She supposed each season had its ups and downsides.

"Show me your crouch, stalk, and pounce." She orders, turning to face Grottopaw as they reach a small clearing. Dawnstar's fluffy tail points towards a large stick sitting underneath a conifer.