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    Since hsis private thread with Oujia, he had constantly trained his crouch. Still, his ass was too high, and his tail swished up leaves, and he was altogether a bad hunter.
    But he tried to make himslef better, like this time. He was in one of his horrible hunting crouches, just stalking around determinedly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 400px;][justify]The youthful kitten herself wandered over, a ghost of a smile on her maw, forcing herself not to giggle. "Hey, whatcha doing?" She asked, titling her head as she eyed his position carefully. Back to hunting was he?[/fancypost]

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    He would look up, looking alarmed at the interruption. Oh, her. " Hunting, like a pro, may I add." he would boast, with a little cocky grin at her direction before resuming his flashy pose.
    And he started to stalk around again.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 400px;][justify]The kitten nodded in agreement, seeing that she wasn't sure how to professionally hunt, this actually looked pretty honest to her. "I see. Have you got anything yet?" She asked, sitting herself a little further away not to get in the way.[/fancypost]

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    " Nah, but I'll get somethingpretty soon and impress everyone." he promised, not really convinced in hsi own words.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 400px;][justify]"Oh, okay. Good luck." She meowed, smiling encouragingly. She couldn't hunt for her life, but maybe he could learn how to do that soon enough.[/fancypost]

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"You're technique is flawed, if you keep doing that, you'll be nothing but a hunter resented for his abilities." Elijah's tone was steely, accompanying chocolate visionaries that seemed as empty as usual. "Lower your behind and steady your tail, keep movement to a minimum and stay as silent as physically capable. Even slight disturbances can scare away the dumbest of prey."


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    He would nod at his friend, before hearing teh critique.
    Thank god someone told him he sucked- he could actually get better! He would stand up when listening to Elijah, and then resume his form after the tom was done speaking.


    But then he lowered his ass, his tail was a fraction of a degree calmer now, but eh still made quite a bit of noise as he slunk along, the damp leaves making quite a bit fo sound as he stepped on them. Oops, he still sucked.

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"You've improved slightly but you're still creating too much noise. The key to hunting is to remain silent, to not reveal to your victim that you are there." Elijah spoke merely from experience. For 1000 years, he had stalked and killed hundreds of different cats, dining on their flesh and blood. His technique had been perfected over the years due to this, he wasn't complaining.


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    " Okay, thanks for the tips." he would nod, and rise to his paws.

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    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=none; border: 0px blue; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px; color: peachpuff; font-family: georgia;][justify]vani dropped into a hunters crouch, and crept across the scene. her form was all well, in fact she looked like a professional hunter. but the truth was, she couldn't hunt to save her life. the femme got all messed up at the actual hunting part. she was good at the crouch but past that she was hopeless.




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    Actions ~ Thinking ~ Speaking


    Carolina tried to copy Gray, so she stuck her butt up in the air and shook it, her tail flicking like crazy. "Gary you are a pro at this!" She started laughing, but lost her balance. "Woah!" The apprentice yelled as she fell onto her side. "Hehe!" Carolina rolled onto her back then onto her other side and onto her feet. That happened a lot.

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    Wha- oh, it was just Caroline. " Don't flash your ass at anyone."