I promise... *A warrior cat RP*

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half an hour later, Rustpaw came back looking happy with his tail in the air confronted his mentor.
"Done! Now are we going to train?" he said with a grin.
"Yes, sure, first I gotta talk to Rainshadow."
She walked over to Rainshadow. "What's wrong?" She asked.
 
Rainshadow lifted her head from sorting herbs. Traveling herbs were stored in the rock at the back of the den. She had piles of Bamboo filled with other herbs. "I think I shattered the largest bone in my back left leg. It really hurts. I'm going to need a aprentice to come with me to the moon tree."
 
Rustpaw trotted off through the brush and undergrowth. Soon he spotted the scent of a Magpie. Slowly he stalked the bird until he got close enough. But before he could pounce the magpie spotted him and opened its wings ready to fly away. Rustpaw stot after it. His heart pounding. The magpie flew up a tree and he was forced to give up.
 
Rustpaw trotted off through the brush and undergrowth. Soon he spotted the scent of a Magpie. Slowly he stalked the bird until he got close enough. But before he could pounce the magpie spotted him and opened its wings ready to fly away. Rustpaw stot after it. His heart pounding. The magpie flew up a tree and he was forced to give up.
"Maybe you can try a different approach," said Auburnleaf. (She is about to explain Shiloh's style of hunting.)
"You will not be catching birds this way, but that's alright." She climbed to a low tree branch.
"Sit on a low tree branch, so it can't smell you." Make not a sound, and wait. Listen. Wait. If you here something, determine whether it is prey, then wait for it to get close enough to leap upon, watching it. Pounce on it. That is the kind of hunting for a cat with a lot of patience. I don't know that you have it though. Do you?" She tilted her head twenty-five degrees to the right.
 
"yes, I do!" said Rustpaw "Watch me!"
Rust paw found a low tree branch and sat there. Suddenly a shrew poked its head out a hole below him. watching it he got ready to pounce. one... two... three... Rustpaw tried to pounce on the shrew but ended up with a mouthful of dirt.
 

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