Epic training montage

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Stoatpaw wove through the soft grasses, long tendrils brushing her pristine pelt. Her eyes were constantly sweeping her surroundings, eager to soak in information. Perhaps I should have waited for Archfeather, she realized, noting that her mentor had not yet arrived. 
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the faint scritch..scritch...of a small rabbit among the grasses. So, she dropped down, hoping not to be detected. Waiting for the right moment, she sprang forward, paws outstretched. However, she landed slightly short, earning her a hard kick from the frightened creature. She stumbled backwards, her shoulder stinging from the blow. 
M'Lady

[M'Lady]

Archfeather gazed at his apprentice. He was still a little far off, but he could see her, so he took his sweet time following her as she attempted to hunt down a rabbit. A snort of amusement escaped the warrior when she failed at the task and got a good nosefull of rabbit paws. The warrior moved forward with grace, and soon he was looking down on his apprentice that had stumbled to the ground.

"You fell short," He mused, whiskers twitching. He looked after where the rabbit had escaped, sniffing the air. It hadn't gone far, it would be a simple matter for him to track it... The warriors eyes suddenly glowed. No, Stoatpaw would track it. He was the best tracker in the clan, he'd raise his apprentice to be the same. "Get on your paws, Stoat, we're going to track the thing down." Archfeather hummed, nudging the apprentice to her feet. "Can you tell me which way it went?"

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Stoatpaw looked up, turning on her paws. Her dark eyes widened when heard the warrior speak to her.
"Archfeather!" she gasped.
Quickly, she gathered her bearings, and tried to do as her mentor said. At first only the harsh rabbit-scent that clung to her now-sore shoulder teased at her nose. But as she glanced at the dirt, she saw the places where she and the rabbit had tussled, followed by a few bent stalks of grass, bathed in fear-scent.
"There!" she said, motioning to the trail.

[M'Lady]

He glanced towards where she pointed, noting the clear signs in the grass. Yes, that's where the rabbit ran off. He turned towards the apprentice, his yellow green eyes studying her. Was she ready to do it? He couldn't quite remember how old she was, he was a tad forgetful that way. Well, no matter. She was his apprentice, she was ready. His eyes seemed to bore into her, and he spoke a simple command.

"Then track it." He told her, curious as to see how she'd go about it. Tracking was an art, he spent most of his time in apprentice hood tracking down prey or even herbs for the medicine cat. If she was to be an asset for the clan, he figured she should be able to do it too.

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The young cat gave a quick nod to the warrior, before staring intently at the trampled grasses. Then, with a deep breath, she took slow paw steps forward. It appeared that as the rabbit ran, it had begun to take a bit more precaution. Compared the the initial outburst, the grasses further in were simply pushed aside. Of course, Stoatpaw'd determination to show her mentor that she could track this rabbit had hightened her senses, allowing her to notice even the more subtle movements. Not to mention that she could smell the frightened creature not too far away. So, she dropped down, wanting to keep herself flat to the grassy ground. Occasionally, her snow-white head would pop up to glance around, before quickly disappearing into the grass. Then, she leaped up in the air, her spine arching, before crashing down on the unknowing creature.
With it clamped in her jaws, she ran back to where she had come from, and deposited the prey.
"How was that?"

[M'Lady]

He followed along silently behind his apprentice, his steps quiet as he picked his way among the grass and undergrowth. He watched her form intently, a glimmer of pride in his eyes when he noticed that this time, she was poised perfectly, her muscles tightened just the right amount. She would make it this time, Archfeather could tell. And his prediction soon proved right, when she leaped and a second later, a rabbit's death cry was heard.

A purr rumbled in his chest as his apprentice came back to him with the prey in her jaws, and yellow green eyes gleamed with approval.

"Excellent job," He said simply, using a paw to scrape dirt and dead grass over the prey so they could come back for it later.

"Now, a harder lesson," He hummed, glancing briefly at the covered rabbit before raising his eyes back to Stoatpaw. "Track the rabbit's scent back to it's burrow."

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Stoatpaw soaked in her mentor's proud gaze, returning the happy smirk. She reached out, hooking a few more dried grass fronds with her claws. Mimicing the actions of her mentor, she tossed them over the still-warm corpse of the rabbit she had proudly caught. 
However, as she heard her next task, she had to keep herself from squeaking in surprise.
Track the den? 
For this task, she would have no recently ran track, or the freshly tread paw-steps. Instead, the young apprentice would need to rely on scent alone; coupled with instinct, of course. 
Despite her misgivings, the snow-pelted she-cat put up a confident face in front of her mentor. 
"Yes Archfeather."
She alloweed herself to think deeply, attempting to peice together the scattered details. 
I found it around here, so chances are that it's den is nearby. And judging by scent...
She took a few small paw steps in the direction she supposed the rabbit would have arrived from. 
"There!" she mewled, staring at a knotted mass of grass tendrils, leading to a hole in the ground.