The Thrill of the Hunt [c, Leaf/Sunflower]

Leafpaw was still sore from her spat with Dawnhawk. She gingerly padded through the frost covered terrain, her claws making little punctures throughout their walk.

It was her first formal training session with the older tom and she didn’t really know what to do. The Asylum cat seemed to roll his eyes while watching the apprentice, but said nothing and stood back a few fox-lengths.

“So, everyone’s saying how cold it’ll be, and how we won’t have fresh-kill,” she said, stretching herself out to get some of the soreness out of her muscles. “Can you show me how to hunt?”

Leafpaw shivered as a breeze blew by, waiting for a response.

Padding alongside his apprentice, Sunflower's tall legs and pretty much entire body shivered from the cold weather. It was days like this where he wished that the skypelt was still on him, but alas there was no way any-cat would've let him keep it on for this long, which was quite unfortunate.

Ever so slightly shifting his gaze to the Asylum cat that'd joined them as Leafpaw began to speak, he quickly averted his gaze back to the path in front of them in hopes that the cat wouldn't take anymore notice to him. Nodding to the young she-cat's comment, the lengthy tom slowed to a halt and he tilted his head up. "T-trees," he mewed between chattering teeth. "B-but not y-yet. F-first ground... s-safe," he added.

Crouching down, the warrior spotted a small brush a couple of foxlengths away. Stalking towards it with his tail low and awkwardly proportioned body trying to stay as low to the ground as possible, he crept up to the inanimate object before pouncing. Turning around after his little demonstration, he hoped that Leafpaw had been paying attention.