Hunting with Swan-like Grace (closed hunting patrol)

Was it past sunhigh already? Ughhhh... Snailbelly really did not feel like it, but he got up, shaking his pelt to make sure he was properly awake. It was probably time to grab something to eat, but the fresh-kill pile was lacking, particularly in his favorite types of fish. It seemed like he would have to hunt. Well, if he was going to be going fishing, he might as well bring his apprentice, Swanpaw, with him.

He went around the clearing in search of her. When he eventually did discover where she was goofing off, he yawned, "Hey, I'm going hunting.
Do you want to come?"

At her mentor's request - well, question, really - Swanpaw rose from her resting place on some soft grass. "Okay. You probably know the best places to hunt, right?" she asked, tilting her head. He was a warrior, after all, and he must have known at least a few of the better spots. Trying to reign in her own enthusiasm to look less like the inexperienced apprentice she was and more like a mature cat capable of helping to care for her Clan. However, just because she tried to look that way didn't mean she succeeded - it looked a little more like an inexperienced apprentice trying not to look excited than anything else.

Snailbelly gave her the dumbest look possible when she asked him if he knew good hunting spots. See, he was not a huge fan of dry meat like voles or mice, so his 'good hunting spot' was by the river. With some naivety, he replied, "Uh... the riverbank?"

She seemed so excited that he did not want to disappoint her. "Maybe... we can also try for some mice or voles? You ever tried them?"

"No, I haven't." It was true, most of her diet consisted of fish and little else - it was, after all, the most abundant prey. "I'm not sure I'd like them, though."