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Wildhare could barely keep his eyes open as he basked in the sun. As the winter's hold on the Earth were soon releasing, he couldn't help but to soak it in. He had strayed from the camp to keep away from the noises.
Fawnheart crouched a little further away, unaware of her clanmate being nearby. Her mouth watered as she stared down a rabbit nibbling in the grass. This was going to be a tricky catch for a beginner. She wasn't trained to be a warrior so she never learned how to properly hunt, however, moving to Fallclan had been the best decision of her life so far. Even though she had to start all over again, it was a good fresh start. She crept forward though her first mistake was not keeping down wind from her prey and the rabbit soon scented her. The rabbit darted away and Fawnheart gave chase. The rabbit headed straight for Wildhare but before it had run into the tom, it took a sharp turn. Fawnheart was unable to make such a sharp turn and ended up barreling into Wildhare despite her attempt to stop. She tumbled over him and landed on her back with an "oof" but she didn't hit hard enough to seriously hurt herself.
Wildahre, driven from his thoughts by a shadow rolling into him, stood quickly with his fur fluffed out. He unsheathed his claws and just as he was about to demand what the cat was doing, he realized it was Fawnheart. "W-what were you trying to do? A simple 'hello' would have sufficed!" he yowled, unable to keep the edge in his voice hidden. The landing had hurt, and he knew he would feel it for a couple of days. Shaking out his striped pelt, he padded over to Fawnheart. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She stood up and shook out her pelt before replying. "Yes, I'm okay. I-I was chasing a rabbit...I'm sorry, are you hurt?" She asked, shrinking down and heating up with embarrassment.
He shamed himself for being so rude to the she-cat. "I'm fine, I'll just be sore for a few days." he said shaking out his pelt again. "Do I look like a rabbit to you?" he let out a purr of amusement.
She gave a weak smile when he purred, "Well, I wasn't hunting you. That darn rabbit veered off and I wasn't able to stop in time." She still felt embarrassed. She knew she was probably the poorest hunter in the clan though she kept trying and refused to give up. It was however, way out side of her comfort zone. She may not be great at hunting or fighting but put her in an emergency situation and she would definitely impress. Though unfortunately, Fallclan already had a medicine cat and as far as she knew about Springclan, they had replaced her. So she figured she may as well keep practicing, even if she still wasn't quite there yet. She had only been in Fallclan for a moon and she juggled her time spent with Softpelt and then the other half trying to be a full warrior.
Wildhare said the clouded look in her eyes and butted her shoulder. "I'm sorry for being rude. One trick for tight turns is to turn on the foot you need to go. So for example, your rabbit turned sharply left. Twist your left foot while keeping your speed and that should help." he said, showing her as he spoke. It was something he picked up when he was an apprentice. "It will take a few tries, but chasing rabbits is good practice."
With a purr of satisfaction, Wildhare bounded away into the undergrowth, his tail slipping from Fawnheart's view. He followed the fear-scent of the rabbit the she-cat had been previously chasing. It hadn't ran very far. I guess it thought she was not something to be afraid of. he thought to himself. He flicked his tail in the direction of the rabbit for Fawnheart to follow. "Try it out," he said in a low whisper.
She nodded and stalked closer until the rabbit came into view. She unsheathed her claws, her hunters crouch flawless. This time she made sure she was downwind of the creature so that it wouldn't scent her. Though, as she crept forward, she stepped on a stick and it startled the rabbit. With a huff of frustration, she gave chase once more. The rabbit zigzagged and then took a sharp turn again. Doing as Wildhare instructed, she turned her paw. Unfortunately, she was going too fast and she kept sliding right passed the path the rabbit had taken to escape. "Mouse-dung!" she cursed, rising to her paws, flicking her feathery tail in frustration. "I'll never be a true warrior!" she cried, the frustration getting to her emotions. She sat down crossly and hung her head.
Wildhare gave her a comforting lick on the shoulder. "You'll get it. Apprentices are trained for moons. You think you'll get hunting down quicker than that?" he said with a laugh. "It takes time and focus," It took the tom a long time to work on the 'focus' part. "I had a lot of trouble as an apprentice learning that move. You'll get it." he meowed confidently. His stomach grumbled. "Why don't we hunt something a little easier to take home so we can eat?"
She froze at the comforting lick and she felt warm under her fur but she quickly pushed it away. "You'd think our instincts would kick in, though" she mumbled before nodding her agreement to trying to hunt something easier so that they could get something to eat. Her belly, too, was growling at her. She gave a weak and sweet smile to Wildhare, "Thank you. Lets see if I can find a mouse. I'm a little better at hunting those." Her whiskers twitched slightly in amusement at the joke directed toward herself.
Wildhare pushed through the fronds with an amusing purr. Within a few moments another prey scent crossed his path. He instantly dropped into a hunters crouch, letting the other forest sounds fall into the background of his mind. His eyes focused on the shuffling of leaves a few rabbit jumps ahead of him. With a few bounds he was able to swiftly kill it. Triumphantly, he padded back towards Fawnheart with the vole in his mouth.
"Great catch!" Fawnheart gave a small bounce. "I guess it's my turn..." The pretty cream somali cat took a breath and then began sniffing the air. It didn't take long before she picked up the scent of squirrel nearby. It was no mouse but perhaps she would get lucky. She saw it bouncing through the forest. It stopped and began digging, probably uncovering some nuts. Fawnheart stalked forward. Hopefully, since it's occupied, she might be able to get close enough to make the catch. She stalked forward, keeping an eye on her prey but also watching where she placed her paws. She wriggled her haunches, ready to pounce. Unfortunately, she hesitated too long and the squirrel went to spring for the nearest tree. However, Fawnheart wasn't going to let this one go. Not in front of Wildhare again. It would be far too humiliating to miss two easy prey. She sprung forward as quickly as she could and before the squirrel could reach the tree, the she-cat landed on the squirrel and killed it. "I did it!" she shouted with a giggle, eyes beaming with pride. This wasn't the only prey she had caught but it was her first squirrel.
He purred with satisfaction. "Nice! Squirrels are hard to catch once they start to run. Quick thinking." he said. With a twitch of his tail he motioned to follow him. For now, as the sun started to set, he thought that would be a good catch to bring back to camp. "You could probably feed all the elders with that!" he said with another excited purr.
