Post by ghost on Sept 26, 2015 12:53:17 GMT -6
Marigoldpaw dropped down to his belly, his rear up in the air as he studied his target before him. It was just a leaf that he'd found fluttering about in camp, but he was always prepared to turn anything into a learning experience; for the sake of his training, he was stalking a mouse. A flat, pale green mouse.
The ginger tabby dragged himself forward a pawstep before remembering that his belly shouldn't touch the ground, and he pushed up just enough that he couldn't feel the grass tickling him. That was usually the first thing he was scolded for, his mentor tutting at him and saying that even the oldest mouse would hear him coming with his belly scraping like that. But a proper hunters' crouch was so difficult! He could never balance correctly, how else would he stay upright without toppling over?
His tail held up straight above him like a banner and his belly off the earth, Marigoldpaw took a couple of wobbly steps, jumped - and landed on his shoulder just beside the leaf, his paws scrabbling out belatedly to mash down at it. The little tom stayed there for several moments, looking rather silly before he jumped right back onto his paws to start over. "I'll get it this time," he told himself encouragingly, backing up several tail-lengths before crouching again, his hazel eyes trained on the leaf. "And if not, I'll do it again. And again, 'til I get it right!"
The ginger tabby dragged himself forward a pawstep before remembering that his belly shouldn't touch the ground, and he pushed up just enough that he couldn't feel the grass tickling him. That was usually the first thing he was scolded for, his mentor tutting at him and saying that even the oldest mouse would hear him coming with his belly scraping like that. But a proper hunters' crouch was so difficult! He could never balance correctly, how else would he stay upright without toppling over?
His tail held up straight above him like a banner and his belly off the earth, Marigoldpaw took a couple of wobbly steps, jumped - and landed on his shoulder just beside the leaf, his paws scrabbling out belatedly to mash down at it. The little tom stayed there for several moments, looking rather silly before he jumped right back onto his paws to start over. "I'll get it this time," he told himself encouragingly, backing up several tail-lengths before crouching again, his hazel eyes trained on the leaf. "And if not, I'll do it again. And again, 'til I get it right!"