"You need to go lower, yeah it'll burn in your legs a bit, but you'll get used to it. It's just 'cause your legs aren't quite strong enough yet, but they will be. It comes with the territory of hunting." Hawkheart put a large paw onto his daughter's back, pushing her down slightly. "Also, lower that tail, a rabbit would spot that from fox lengths away." For a tom that didn't talk much, teaching his daughter was a strange experience, but also somewhat... rewarding? Once Daisypaw had fixed her stance to an extent, the warrior took his paw off. "Right, so now it's time to actually hunt. That stance I just taught you? Yeah, that's what you stalk prey with, low to the ground and slow. Watch your paws for any too dry grass, you don't want to make unnecessary noise. Then, when you're a few tail lengths away, you dash out and pounce. You're probably already faster than me, I'm too big to hunt like most Windclan cats, I usually have to get a bit closer than most, and you might find that's what you have to do if you grow more than you already have!" A low chuckle came from the tom as he looked at his daughter. She really did look like his mate, he wondered just how much of him she had. "Anyhow, either you can go try to hunt now, or I can demonstrate if you'd like. It's all the same to me."