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Although apprentices can train almost everywhere, this small, shaded mini-valley is extremely popular. Not far from camp, newer apprentices learn hunting moves, while all apprentices practice fighting and take lessons.

Silverpelt padded quietly in, walking to the opposite end to give Ashclaw and his apprentice their space.

Runningpaw stayed close to Silverpelt, following him across the clearing to their own area for training. He looked up at Silverpelt, just as uneasy and anxious. "So..what first?" he asked hesitantly.

Angelwing sat down, eager to watch. Maybe she herself could get some tips on being a mentor from Silverpelt.

"Alright..." Silverpelt began, glancing around the forest as if a tree could tell him how to handle teaching. "First...first let me see your hunter's crouch." His silver tail flicked anxiously back and forth behind him, his blue eyes shining in the light.

Runningpaw nodded and slid into a hunter's crouch. "Um, like this?" he asked, feeling awkward and quite off balance. He felt as if both of the cats were scrutinizing his every move, even though he knew he wasn't going to get it perfect.

Silverpelt frowned, shaking his head. He pressed a paw down on Runningpaw's lifted rump, evening out the apprentice's spine and lowering his haunches. "There," he mewed in satisfaction. "Now walk in that position."

Runningpaw gave a small nod and slid foreward. He wasn't doing too badly, but he was quite loud and he just couldn't seem to keep his tail still. His paws itched to lunge foreward and run instead of slowly stalk...

Silverpelt sighed, at a loss as to how he was supposed to teach Runningpaw a better stalk. He didn't know how to describe it...he just did it. "You have to try to keep your tail still...and make sure that the prey can't hear you." This information was useless to the poor apprentice, but Silverpelt was at a loss.

Sparkpaw watched the other apprentice for a second before turning to Ashclaw expectantly.

Shadowkit stayed along the shadows, amber eyes glowing. He watched the apprentices and their mentors, practicing by himself in the dark shadows. He grinned to himself as he slipped under a bush, watching.

Runningpaw looked over at Silverstep, confusion and nervousness swimming in his pale green eyes. 'I'm trying!' he thought with frustration. He then looked over at Angelwing and gave her a thankful look. "Alright." Crouching down, he took a deep breath, zeroing in. He stalked forward, his first steps awkward, but as he crept closer to the stick, his steps became a little more quieter and he seemed to relax. Granted, there was still a long way to go, but it was better. When he drew closer, he paused, wiggling his hindquarters to get comfortable. Then he leaped, his paws landing on the stick with a solid thump. "Hah!" he exclaimed, his eyes bright in a rare moment of openness.

Sparkpaw immediatly dropped into his crouch. He'd been an apprentice for a moon and hunting was his favortite thing to do, he also like practicing it allot. "How's this?" he asked.

Shadowkit dropped into a crouch, pretending to stalk some prey, he kept his tail still but when he took a step, his paw broke a twig and he froze, looking out at them and hoping they didn't see him.

"Alright, and how does this look?" Sparkpaw asked, stalking forward. He wished he could be completely silent, but he couldn't help the little noises he made; a paw landing just a little to hard, grass swishing as he moved past it, little stuff like that.

Silverpelt watched Angelwing, feeling awkward and useless as she talked to Runningpaw. Not that he would show it. He twitched his tail in annoyance, mostly at himself. He watched as Runningpaw stalked with a hard expression, his blue eyes narrowed as he shot Angelwing a subtle look. Upon Runningpaw's pounce, his gaze drifted to his apprentice, and his expression softened ever so slightly at Runningpaw's satisfactory face. He had heard a twig snap a few moments earlier, and he gesured towards the sound. "Squirrel," he murmered, nodding towards a nearby bush.