Hunting Training

Leafstorm's fur was growing thicker- already his summer coat had begun to shed in preparation of the colder moons ahead, and his nest was lined with fluffy brown clumps of it.
The long Greenleaf was drawing to a close, and a bitter breeze bit at it's heels. Hunting patrols grew more frequent yet returned with less prey.
The clan's behavior wasn't the only thing that was changing though. The landscape's usual green trees had discarded their former color and instead turned bright, blushing hues of orange, red and brown.
Another season had come and gone.

Leafstorm stretched and groomed himself, wrinkling his nose as even more fur ended up in his mouth.
He spit it out before padding out of the warrior's den, looking around before grabbing the smallest bit of prey from the Fresh Kill Pile he could find.
Today he'd be checking up on Coyotepaw. The young tom had already learned how to hunt, but Leafstorm wanted to see how skilled he'd become.
The fluffy brown tom was surprised at how well his apprentice was doing in the clans. While it was true that the quiet tom wasn't usually roughhousing with the other apprentices he wasn't too distant with them.
Leafstorm had been especially watchful for those who might tease Coyotepaw. Although nothing had happened yet, you could never be too careful. Coyotepaw had already been through enough, and if anything happened Leafstorm hoped to step in before things got to serious.

The warrior stuck his head into the apprentice den. "Coyotepaw," He mewed softly. "Come with me."

OOC: crap but my crippling depression is sucky today so i can't do writing good