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Dustfeather nods her head in acknowledgement of her leader's announcement. She pads up to the deputy, Scarstorm, and cocks her head, meowing "The fresh kill pile is extremely low, perhaps a few cats can go hunting for awhile? I'd like to join- if a hunting patrol is arranged."
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Stormcloud listens silently to the message, his intense jade colored eyes focused. After Darkstorm finishes he turns around and heads down into the Nursery to alert the Queens, though it's doubtful they'd be going anywhere anyways. He slips past a few foxtails of dirt tunnel before entering a bigger, more roomy space. "Smoothfeather," he meows, voice soft upon setting eyes on his beautiful mate. "how're you holding up? Are you hungry?" He fusses a little worriedly. Stormcloud was never very good with kits but he'd never had any experience anyways. When he'd discovered she was carrying his kits he was, admittedly, a little scared. Would he be a good father? Well, one can hope.
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Mooneyes nods her agreement, opening her mouth to purr a reply when ,suddenly, she freezes in place, one paw hovering mid air. She flicks her tail, directly blocking the paths of the two apprentices. "Scent that? Prey- mouse to be exact." She breathes out, moving slowly down into a crouch, the signature warrior position. Her pose is beautifully demonstrated, with such poise that one would think she'd been born for the hunt. "Watch and learn." She murmurs, stealthily creeping forwards, careful not to crackle any leaves or rustle any snow from the bushes. Her white fur blends in easily with the snow ridden ground and she doesn't make a single sound; in fact even her breathing isn't audible.
After what seems to be a long moment Mooneyes pounces forwards, a great mighty heave of her back legs practically ricocheting her into a nearby bush. A second later she walks out, a plump mouse hanging by the tail from her mouth proudly. She scuffs at the still loose dirt beneath the bush, managing to make a tight hole to temporarily bury her fresh-kill. "The other ground is too frozen and hard to dig. Near shrubbery and the like is best. "She advises. After expertly covering up her hole she turns to the two other cats, beaming. "Alright- why don't you guys try out that stance now? Just let it come to you. Feel it in your bones, rushing through your blood, filling your claws." She chants.
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Mooneyes smiles, purring. "Very good for a first attempt! A bit sloppy on the edges but it's nothing we can't fix. You'll both make great warriors." She bursts with happiness and enthusiasm. "Let's work on your crouches a bit more." She bent down, indicating for the duo to follow her lead. When they did she nodded. "That's very good Lovepaw, just bring your lower body down a bit more- your tail is sticking up too." She glanced over at Smokepaw and advised him "Just be careful with your balance- you're a big cat. It may be an issue for you- in fact I'm surprised you managed to get up that tree." She comments, but not in a mean way. "Just keep yourself light on your toes but even with height distribution."