--------------------------------------- Ottermane watched as Sterlingpaw clumsily practiced hunting, her tail lashing slightly as she occasionally snapped at the apprentice. The tom stumbled on his paws, trying his best (and failing) to pounce at a nearby bird. Although he really was bad at hunting, Ottermane had to admit he had resilience. Resilience like his father. Sighing slightly, she approached Sterlingpaw. "Not so light on your paws, mouse-brain. You need to be steady, but quiet. So quit yelping." The cinnamon point molly remarked while showing Sterlingpaw the correct way. He nodded slightly, beginning to get the hang of the hunting crouch. Ottermane curled into a loaf position to continue keeping an eye on Sterlingpaw. He seemed more like his father day by day. She wasn't quite sure how he had spots (she never saw those spots when he was a kit) but never questioned it. To be fair, that wasn't her problem with him. There was something off with the silver-and-white cat, and Ottermane didn't trust him. Not one bit. Sterlingpaw curled into a hunting crouch and looked up at Ottermane again. "H-how is this, Ottermane?" He asked nervously. The molly squinted, looking the apprentice's form over before jumping back. She can't be the only one seeing that dark snake behind him. "A-are you alright, mentor-" Ottermane batted at Sterlingpaw with her paw. "Shut it. Just keep training." ---------------------------------------
This series is writing practiceeee (sneak drawing inside)
