She watches Smokepaw with a decent amount of subtly, she thinks. Hiding in a bush is very subtle. He can't even see her. Sablepaw is hoping for as much, at least, but she considers herself pretty sneaky. It's a little hard to see what he's doing, with all the leaves her face. Otherwise, her plan is flawless. Smokepaw seems to be…tracking something? Hunting? That's an attractive skill, in toms, she thinks, inwardly pleased.
"I can see you, know," he calls. Dumb. Now the prey knows he's stalking it. Honestly, toms. He sticks his face into the bushes, until they're nose-to-nose.
"Oh," Sablepaw says, and giggles. Turns out 'decent subtlety' isn't really her forte. The grey apprentice smiles at her- then he recoils. She can't help but think he looks a little like the minnows Morningstar favours, grey, wide mouth gaping, as he flinches. With an easy grace he rears up and swats something out of the air, before landing to crush it beneath one strong paw.
"Sablepaw," he says, mock-serious, with a glance at the foliage above her, "next time, don't hide right below a wasp's nest, yeah?"