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Lilypaw was running through a meadow, the sun beating down on her silky, tortoiseshell and white pelt. She smiled, life was good.
A small butterfly fluttered down and landed on a flower stem beside her, it's wings marked with colours bright as the flowers in the meadow itself. Lilypaw batted the delicate creature gently, amber eyes wide as she watched it fly away. She prepared to dash after it, but she heard a voice calling her name.
"Lilypaw!"
The apprentice frowned, who could that be. Her amber gaze scoured her surroundings.
"Snap to! It's time to go hunting!"
Lilypaw's eyes flew open to find herself in The Apprentices' Den. She sighed, realising that instead of the middle of Green-Leaf like in her dream, today was another harsh day of Leaf-bare.
Her gaze searched the darkness of the den, trying to spot who had been calling her. The dark, silver-coloured head of Violetclaw was poking through the entrance to the Apprentices' Den.
Lilypaw yawned and stretched quickly before dashing over to meet her mentor; she knew Violetclaw wasn't one to be kept waiting. It hadn't been one of the nicest wake up calls, but the tortoiseshell and white apprentice was completely awake now.
As her mentor had suggested rather sharply, she briskly set about grooming herself. She found a burr amongst her long fur and quickly disposed of it, then jumped to her paws again.
"Grab something off the pile and then we'll head out."
Lilypaw nodded and dashed over to the rather pitiful fresh-kill-pile. Rooting around, she found a small shrew, though it was covered in claw marks. Due to the river being frozen over, RainClan had to resort to catching land prey and it was obvious that it had been a messy catch.
Gulping down the prey quickly, she returned to Violetclaw, "So, do you think we'll find any fish?" she asked, her mew enthusiastic.

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The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat jumped a little at Violetclaw’s snappy response, though she was soon over it. They were catching land prey! Lilypaw had done a little bit of fishing, but that was before she was made an apprentice and she had help from her father, now they were catching land prey! Just like the other clans; RainClan would show the other clans that they could adapt to anything!
Excitedly, she danced from paw to paw, her head tilted to one side, she listened intently to Violetclaw’s words. Lilypaw was intent on learning as much as she could; she wanted to be the best warrior she could be. She had no wishes of becoming leader or like that, she just wanted to serve RainClan the best she could; whether it was producing warriors for the clan as a queen or catching prey for the clan, Lilypaw didn’t mind.
“It's going to be near impossible to fish at this time of the season, so our best bet for feeding this Clan will be to switch our hunting styles to compensate for the frozen river."
Hearing the mention of the frozen river, a shudder ran down Lilypaw’s spine, her thoughts returning to when she’d fallen through the ice. She had been fine after it, it was just the shock of it all that effected her most.
Lilypaw didn’t say a word. Violetclaw beckoned for her to follow her out of camp, the calico apprentice obeyed.
"No matter what happens, you have to replace the shrew you just ate, understand? I had a small finch earlier, and I fully intend to replace it as well."
The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat nodded. That made sense; if the whole clan replaced what they had eaten with fresh-kill then they would always have enough to eat, “Where are we going to hunt?” she asked, her amber gaze quietly observing her surroundings.
Lilypaw still found the snowy scenery of RainClan’s territory absolutely breath-taking. It was like the world had been cloaked in a blanket of white and time had been stopped.
“What’s the territory like in green-leaf?” she asked out of the blue. Though she had been born in late new-leaf, Lilypaw could barely remember what the world looked like without a blanketing of snow. She had a vague idea, but she was still pretty clueless.

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As Violetclaw informed the calico apprentice of where they would be hunting, Lilypaw nodded without further words. It seemed that her mentor had no time to discuss the snowy weather. Shaking a snowflake from one whisker, she followed her mentor, amber gaze no longer admiring her surroundings.
It was only when they reached the more wooded parts of RainClan's territory, that Lilypaw finally looked up. The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat had never been in this part of their territory before.
Amber eyes wide, she listened to her mentors next words intently, eager to hear every word Violetclaw had to say.
"Now hunting for land prey is harder than fishing - it's going to seem like that at first - you have to be extremely conscious of your position in comparison with the wind. I know when fishing, a warrior has to never worry about whether they're down or upwind of the fish or not, but that's because the fish can't smell us coming. Land prey is different. Some can smell, hear and sense us coming even before we are in any position to attack."
Lilypaw nodded again, gaze darting around the thinly-wooded area they stood in. The snow meant that she could barely scent anything, so she had no idea whether there even was any prey here. Perhaps there would be a mouse or shrew around here somewhere. She glanced over her shoulder, hoping to catch movement of small creatures, but no luck.
"Following along so far?"
"Oh, yes!" Lilypaw burst out rather too enthusiastically. She couldn't wait to get moving, perhaps they would even catch a squirrel, typically TreeClan prey.

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Lilypaw almost stumbled backwards at Violetclaw's sharp hiss. Green eyes wide, she mumbled apologetically, "S-sorry," she stepped back a little. She hadn't meant to scare away any prey, she was just excited.
Hanging her head low in shame, Lilypaw only looked up again when her mentor began to speak.
"Copy my movements, Lilypaw, this is the hunting crouch you will use to catch land prey. Belly low but not so low it scrapes across the ground, understand? That will alert your prey to your movements. Try to distribute your weight evenly."
The calico apprentice watched with green eyes, still a little wide with shock, as her mentor dropped into a crouch. Lilypaw frowned, it looked un-natural for a cat to be positioned that way. She was used to just sitting by the water's edge. At least with fishing you didn't have to use a fancy position.
Without words, she copied her mentor's action and dropped into a crouch. Remembering the silver-furred words, she made sure her silky tortoiseshell-and-white belly fur didn't even touch the snow-covered ground. At first she felt a little lopsided, but then she managed to even out her weight between both sides.
Using her tail to help her balance, she focused her pale green gaze straight ahead.
Actually, considering that hunting land prey wasn't RainClan's speciality, Lilypaw thought her crouch was quite good. Her gaze travelled to Violetclaw, expectant of feedback, hopefully of the good kind.

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Lilypaw beamed at Violetclaw's compliment. Even though she didn't know her mentor very well yet, she knew that the silver-furred warrior was hard to please.
Eager to get it perfect, she lowered herself even closer to the ground until there was just a tiny slither of space between her belly and the snow-covered ground. After a few seconds, the calico apprentice was unable to hold the awkward crouch and quickly rose to a much more comfortable position.
Sitting with her tail wrapped round her paws, she watched Violetclaw's demonstration of a hunting crouch. Hers was so much more smooth and well-practised than Lilypaw's had felt, but that was to be expected. After all, she was a warrior. Lilypaw couldn't help but feel a little in awe of the she-cat. She wanted to be like that one day.
"I want you to pretend to stalk something - do you see that rock over there? It has less snow on it than the others, and a little moss - "
The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat followed Violetclaw's gesture until she spotted the forementioned rock. Just as she had said, it had less snow on it than the other rocks and had a little moss. It was much bigger than the other rocks and easy to spot.
Lilypaw shifted a little in anticipation. At last she would have a proper chance to demonstrate what a great warrior she could be.
"aim for that. I'll be watching you closely."
The calico apprentice nodded, wiggling her haunches in excitement before dropping back into her hunting crouch again. She kept her pale green gaze ahead and, rather awkwardly, began to stalk forwards. It felt so strange moving like that, but soon Lilypaw began to grow used to it.
Gaze ocassionaly flickering away from her target, she grew closer to the rock. She could feel Violetclaw's amber gaze burning into the back of her and suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she almost got sidetracked from her task.
Upon reaching the rock, she quickly sat up and gazed at Violetclaw expectantly, "How was that?" she asked shyly, bracing herself for a sharp response.

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By now, Lilypaw had learnt that compliments were few and far between with her new mentor, but she still couldn't helping a little disappointed at her feedback.
The calico apprentice sat up and quickly groomed the snow and occasional scrap of moss out of her pelt. She didn't reply to the silver-furred warrior's advice, instead just watching as she demonstrated the correct hunting crouch.
"Remember, Lilypaw, there are some prey-animals that can feel you approach by how heavy or how quickly you step, and some that can hear you by how loudly you're stalking. Try it again, this time be patient. Hunting is not something that can be rushed."
Lilypaw nodded; that made sense. Without a word, she dropped into the hunting crouch again, this time determined to get it absolutely perfect. She lowered herself so that there was only a slither of space between her and the ground, and pale green gaze straight ahead, she slowly stalked forwards.
Be patient, Lilypaw, patient.
Stealthily, she kept a low profile; pale green eyes filled with such concentration. She kept her tail low, but not enough to drag along the ground.
Treading carefully, she paused for a second just to make sure she wasn’t going too fast. She started again, slow and steady until she reached the mossy boulder. Once there, she smiled; obviously pleased at her second attempt, before scrambling onto the rock.
"W-was that better?" she asked, bracing herself for Violetclaw’s response.

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"You've improved."
Lilypaw tried not to let the compliment get to her head, but all the same; she felt a little more accomplished. Rising, she smiled; pale green eyes warm with happiness. Training was turning out to be not so bad after all.
"Come, we'll put what you've learned to good use."
The silver-furred warrior beckoned for Lilypaw to follow. The calico apprentice obliged; padding after her mentor eagerly. Ears pricked and pale green eyes alert, she listened as her mentor spoke in a low tone.
"Given the season and your skill level, do not feel discouraged if you do not catch anything on the first try. New apprentices rarely do, both with fishing and hunting."
Lilypaw nodded understandingly. She knew it was a lot to expect to find, let alone catch prey on her first training session, though, the tortoiseshell and white she-cat couldn’t help but keep her expectations high.
"All I ask is for your best, and if that is what you give me, then we can call this hunting session a success."
Lilypaw nodded again, but she found her pale green gaze being dragged away from Violetclaw to the sparse woodlands they slunk through. The young she-cat still found the trees and shadows of this area as mysterious as the moon tree itself.
How on earth do TreeClan and NightClan live like this? she wondered.

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She-Cat▐
Rainclan▐
Warrior▐

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