Settling down on her haunches, Ivywhisker turned all her attention toward Sparklingpaw, her tail wrapped comfortably around her paws. Keeping her gaze locked on the small cat, the first time mentor watched happily as her apprentice fell into the crouching position almost as if she had practiced a million times before. Right after she finished, Ivywhisker stood and nodded her approval, "that was great Sparklingpaw! Hunting's going to be a breeze for you, trust me." Still grinning, the warrior rose to her paws and looked encouragingly at the tabby. "Now this is the last part, pouncing!" She purred, than swiftly and instinctively began crouching, night sky eyes focused on a crumpled leaf. Taking a few steps forward, she tensed and prepared to spring. Kicking off the ground with all her might, Ivywhisker sailed quickly across the forest floor paw stretched out. In only a matter of moments the graceful Siamese landed on her target scattering leaf litter around her. Satisfied, she glanced back at Sparklingpaw, "once you've got it, bite down on its neck, its the easiest and fastest way to kill your prey," she meowed, "and that's all there is to it! Now you try."

Ears pricking in surprise at her apprentices position, Ivywhisker quickly bounded over to the spot where the small tabby was sprawled between the roots of a large tree. "Sparklingpaw," she exclaimed, "are you alright?" Eyes glimmering with concern the warrior looked over the apprentice, relaxing when she noticed no serious injury. She had seen the mistake she had made, half because she was to focused and in all her excitement the stocking had gone wrong. Yet even though the mouse's squeal had probably scared away most of the prey in the area, Ivywhisker was more concerned about Sparklingpaws well being.

"I'm fine,what now?"
Letting out a shallow sigh of relief, Ivywhisker nodded and smiled back down at the apprentice. "That's good," she meowed, pushing away the idea of what would have happened if she would have had to take Sparklingpaw to the medicine cats den on the first day. Ears pricking back up she cleared her throat and looked around, "We'll, I think we should try a little farther down the stream..." the warrior replied, and than indicating the mouse added, "just don't forget to bury that." Than turning swiftly on her graceful brown paws, the she-cat began to walk slowly toward the running water, certain that Sparklingpaw would catch up.