Owlpaw P.O.V

Owlpaw sat down, her tail curled at her paws as she watched Arrow pounce after a falling leaf. She purred, amusment shining in her misty blue eyes as the young tom-kit fell onto his back.

"Your tripping over your own paws?" Owlpaw let out a mrrowed of laughter, smiling as Arrow sat up. "Here, look try this." She crouched down, her paws placed firmly on the ground as she looked up. Her tail lifted just above the stone floor, her gaze flickered to Arrow.

The kit copyed with she did, just having an slopper form as he looked up with shinign yellow eyes. "Like this?"

Owlpaw nodded, poking his side as Arrow nearly fell to his left. "Yep, now watch." Owlpaw looked up, she waited for a leaf to fall, than leaped. Her long legs letted her jump high, as she batted at the leaf she caught it between her paws.

Arrow jumped up, completely abandoning his crouch as he watched with wide eyes. "Can you teach me that?" Arrow asked, hopping around on his paws. "Pleaseeee?"

Owlpaw purred, shaking the leaf off her paws. "Of corse, Arrow." She meowed, flicking her ear. "But, your still young. Lots of time to learn, enjoy your kit-hood for now." She sighed, shaking her head. If she had time to redo her kit-hood, she would do stuff alot differently.

Arrow shrugged, "But Owwwl!" He whined, before perking up as Ebony walked in with a few mice hanging from his jaw. "Uncle!"

Ebony smiled, dropping his catch as he gave Arrow's head a brisk lick. "Hey buddy, what are you doing?"

Arrow hopped around Ebony's paws, smiling widely. "Owl was helping me with my crouch, she got a leaf out of the air!" He exclaimed, hopping around to the leaf that still laid on the sandy ground.

Ebony smiled, going to sit in the corner with a mouse at his paws. "Cool, so teaching him to hunt before even four moons?"

Owlpaw hissed, hitting Ebony's ears with her paw. "No, just life stuff." She meowed, grabbing a mouse as she curled into her nest. Arrow stumbled after her, snuggling up to her as she chewed on the fresh-kill.

...Owlpaw...

Owlpaw leaped onto a rock, lashing her tail as Ebony followed closely with Arrow. They were exploring the territory, after she had explained how dangerours the Clans were, and how MarbleClan kept getting to close to the den, that they needed to set scent markers or leaving.

Ebony stopped, waiting as Arrow scrambled up the trail. "Owl, Arrow's getting tired quickly." He mewed, lifting the young tom up to their side.

Owlpaw growled, of corse Arrow would be tiring. She knew that, anyways they needed to be safe. And, setting scent marks was the best safety they could have. "I know, com'on Arrow its only a little ferthere, and than we can find a spot to sleep."

Owlpaw lifted Arrow up, carring the kit as they kept walking the trail up. She stopped, waiting as an hawk flew overhead with a sharp cry. Than, she started trailing after the hawk. If the hawk was hunting, than it could lead them to prey. And prey always made grumpy cats more quiet.

She dropped Arrow at an small cave entrace, flicking her tail over his muzzle before he could talk. "Shh, me and Uncle Ebony are gonna get some food. So keep low, stay silent and keep hiden." She ordered in a whisper, turning to the gray tom. "Come on, before the hawk getd away."

Ebony nodded slowly, but in a second his eyes went wide jaw dropping. "H-hawk? Were going to hunt a hawk?" He padded to her side, blinking down at her. "What-thats suidcide!"

Owlpaw flicked her tail dismisively. "No its not, just hunt with many other cats to take one down." She replied calmly, she leaped onto a rock. Stopping to roll into a muddy-wet sand spot. She shook her pelt, looking up as the wet sand plastered to her pelt. "Get in, so were not spotted easyer."

Ebony hesitated, but yelped as Owlpaw pushed him into the sand. "Hey! Why'd you do that?" He whined, but stilled rolled in the sand as ordered to. He stood up, with wide eyes as he shook each paw as he walked onto the rock.

Purring with musment, she shook her head. "Because, your to much of a scardy mouse to even get your paws in mud. So, I helped." She smiled at the half angered and half embaressed look that flashed across Ebony's face.

Soon, the two cats werw in place. A mouse nibbled on a seed between them, which was the bait for the real prey. She waited patiently, crouched with her hind paws pressed into the rock, ready to leap. Soon, the hawk circled the mouse before diving.

Owlpaw leaped, her claws hooked into the hawk's wing as her added weight started dragging the bird down. Soon, Ebony jumped from his spot, his claws dug, and drawing across the hawk's exposed belly. Blood splashed the stone, a red spot among all the gray's of the mountain. Than, within a heart beat, the hawk was laying dead in a pool of its own blood.

Ebony licked a paw, running it over a blood splash on his face. He grinned, purring loudly as he gave Owlpaw's cheek a lick. "That was great! We killed a hawk!" He exclaimed happily as he studied the fresh-kill.

Owlpaw felt heat flush to her face, her ears pinning back onto her head as she nodded. "Corse, all MarbleClan cats learn during their apprenticeship how to hunt a hawk, or any big birds in the mountain."

Ebony nodded, a he picked a gray-and-brown feather from the hawk. He padded to her, slipping the feather behind her ear. "There, now a hunter can prise her work."

Owlpaw smiled, feeling the most relaxed sence she left MarbleClan. Or, to say sence she had ever left the nursery. "What 'bout you? You helped give the final blow!" She meowed, getting to her paws.

Ebony shrugged, "My mother always wore a feather or flower behind her ear, or some hind of herb or something on her pelt." He meowed, flicking his tail. "And, well toms don't usually ware stuff like that. My mother did, so did my aunt's and sisters."

The brown she-cat nodded, so it was a family thing. She paused, cocking her head slightly. A family thing.. "Why..why share it with me?"

The gray tom shrugged once again, but she noticed a faint discomfurt as he started picking the hawk up. "Umm..just cause," He muttered threw the feathers, as they started walking back.

Owlpaw nodded, but paused half-way down the trail. Lifting her head as she opened her jaw slightly, a fresh, and reconnizable scent was blowing on the breeze. She stiffened, closing her eyes as she noticed the crowfood tint over the scent. Than, she blinked as she spotted a pool of blood that had dripped from the hawk, form into the two lines, ending into a muzzle-shaped end.

One thought blurred threw her mind, flowing with a sudden fear. "Its back to hunting me.."