Learning to hunt- Private

[Swanfrost]

Pipitpaw

"Pipitpaw, lets go." Swanfrost urged, calling into the apprentices den. She was more patient than their first encounter together, although she could never really be that patient. It wasn't in her nature. She planned on heading to Dandallion Hill, knowing that it was more often than not filled with prey. Swanfrost moved towards the fresh kill pile and grabbed herself a vole, eating it quickly.

[Pipitpaw]

Pipitpaw was well kinda afraid of her mentor. She didn't get why Swanfrost was always in a bad mood while teaching her. Did I do something wrong? The tortoiseshell asked herself.

Pipitpaw was already wake and had groomed her pelt. She padded out of the den, trying to smile at her mentor. "Hi." She murmured, her eyes fixing on the fresh-kill pile. Pipitpaw wasn't sure if she was allowed to eat. If Swanfrost was eating shouldn't she grab something for herself?

She wasn't a selfish cat but she was hungry. Pipitpaw grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and started eating

[Swanfrost]

Swanfrost simply nodded her head in return at the rather quiet greeting. She knew that Pipitpaw was wary of her, and she wasn't exactly sure if she liked that or not. She supposed it would keep her in order, although it really wasn't her intention to stress her out. Swanfrost didn't want her to be stiff the entire time they were training; she knew what walking on eggshells felt like, and it never let her show her full potential.

Trying to ease her way into this, Swanfrost sat down beside her. She supposed giving her a step by step of what they were going to do would relax her, so she knew what was coming. "Today were going over to Dandallion hill, it has generally a lot of prey. We don't have to actually hunt anything today if you're not ready, but this is kind of just for me to see what you've got. If all goes well, we'll try catching a few things."