"Lightpaw! Are you okay?" Flameblaze asked.

She nodded, the coldness, relievingly, had been forcingly dragged out.

"Okay, I'm going to teach you how to hunt," Flameblaze meowed.

"Yes!" cheered Lightpaw, bounding after him. Suddenly, she spied a vole and started running towards it.

"No Lightpaw! Not-"

A twig cracked under her paw and the vole squeaked, diving into a hole.

...yet." Finished Flameblaze.

Disappointment rested on Lightpaw as she tried to fit into the small hole, plopping down, a bit frustrated.

"Okay, try to creep in slowly, making sure the prey doesn't smell you, go into the hunter's crouch, put your paws carefully and then pounce on it and snap its spine," Flameblaze explained, "Then say 'Thank you StarClan for this prey!'"

Lightpaw nodded.

He dropped into a hunter's crouch, Lightpaw doing the exact same.

"Perfect! Try it out on that leaf," he meowed.

She slowly crept in, pouncing on the leaf and meowed, "Thank you StarClan for this prey that is actually a leaf!" 

Flameblaze burst into laughter at the last parts.

His eyes widened, "Ready to try it on real prey? And whisper back, or the prey will hear you."

She nodded.

A young squirrel was starting to scuffle around a tree, slowly creeping in as she dropped into the hunter's crouch, pouncing on it. She bit on its throat before it could let out  a shrill shriek that would split the silence.

"Thank you StarClan, for this prey!" Lightpaw meowed.

Flameblaze smiled at her, "Off to camp. It's getting late, so you'll need to get some sleep."