Keeping the Clans Alive {An Advanced Warriors RP} discussion

{Roleplay}
A twoleg dock where humans put boats in the lake, a good place to hunt for frogs and toads.

Deadfeather paused, letting the wind ripple his black fur as he crouched in the shadows, and then leapt for the slimy dark toad waiting in the grass. Snagging it with his claws, he hopped to catch it again, and again, until he had it pinned down and had penetrated its skin, keeping it still. "Ravenpaw," he mewed, "How do you kill a toad?" he asked the apprentice. Not his own, but assisting in teaching her how to hunt while her mentor was busy.

"Um," she mewed. "You slit the throat don't you?" Ravenpaw asked, uncertain. It would be time for her assessment soon, but she didn't know when. She was nervous, but she knew she would be fine.

"You can, or you can bite the throat - whichever you can do cleanly," Deadfeather meowed, showing her how to nip the toad's throat so that it lay, limp. "Now, show me your crouch to hunt frogs," he instructed her, sitting down.

"Okay," she said. She crouched low, making sure her back paws were firmly on the ground so she could be ready to leap at it, The best way for me to pin it down is to meet it in mid-air so I can get a grip on it, she thought.

The black tom observed her stance, walking around her to look from each angle until he stepped forwards and nudged her haunches into a better position, "Good. Tell me what you can smell."

She took a deep breath through her nose, sorting through the different scents. "Well, I smell water, mud, moss, rotting wood...fungus...frogs and toads," she said.

"Good," Deadfeather mewed, his voice lacking emotion as he 'praised' her, raising his nose to the air to take in the scents. "Find a frog, and hunt it - remember what your mentor has taught you so far, and keep that crouch perfect."

She took another sniff in the mud, tracking a frog she scented earlier. She memorized where her muscles and stalked off. She shoved her muzzle in the the mud, snuffling at the tracks.
She went a few tail-lengths ahead before the frog scent got heavier at a spot of mud and started to dig at it with her paws. She stopped when she felt something slimy and she hooked her claws around it. She brought the frog out, pinning it down and slit it's throat with her claw.

Deadfeather watched the young apprentice as she hunted down a frog, mentally criticising everything from her speed to how she had positioned herself, and shook his head once she had killed it, "Must have been asleep, or sick - poor experience," he meowed.

"Well, if it was sick I put it out of its misery," she mewed callously. She lightly picked it up and meowed through the frog,"Should we take this to the fresh-kill pile?" She was eager to get back to camp so she could groom the mud out from between her pads, claws, and toes. She also wanted to get the mud out of her fur in a general.

"Put it down," Deadfeather ordered her, approaching and sniffing at the scent of the frog, searching for a peculiar tang to it. "Sleeping. Once you become more familiar with the prey, you will begin to check for odd scents - Twolegs sometimes poison their frogs and other animals with tiny, different coloured Deathberries," he informed her, touching her flank with the tip of his tail. "That is not enough to feed the elders, let alone the nursery."

"Then...is it okay if I eat it? I didn't have any after dawn-patrol came back," she mewed. She didn't, she had waited for the elders to finish with their share, but she got so distracted by a butterfly that morning, she forgot to eat.

Deadfeather considered her request, and shook his head - the apprentice would have to experience hunger to prepare her for leafbare. "You are no longer a kit - you may have days where you scarcely eat and can only nibble at leftovers," he informed her, "If you want to eat, then catch another frog, or find a toad. The toads here are very slightly larger, but they are also stronger and will struggle against you."