Pinepaw Training with Ripplestone :3

Pinepaw trotted forward quickly, his tan-furred paws moving him in the direction of where he would be training. The apprentice was excited for this. He liked learning about new things, and as an apprentice there was much to learn. He also thought about battle training; he thought he'd be good at that due to him usually thinking before he did anything. "Hey, Ripplestone." The red wolf said as he walked over to the other wolf.

Pinepaw shook his head as some snow fell off of a tree, his brown eyes looking at Ripplestone. "How about we work on practicing to find prey? I could try hunting something after I scent it out." He said. He also wanted to work on battle practice as well, and scouting for predators seemed interesting. He didn't mind what they worked on; he would not even mind finding herbs. The red-furred wolf was excited by being an apprentice.

Pinepaw glanced at his mentor as she crouched down, saying to work on his hunting technique. He crouched down as well, his tail held above the ground as his mentor said, though his tail was up a bit too high; prey would be able to see him coming. He practiced stepping forward lightly as Ripplestone had said. "Is this alright? Or would prey see me?" The red apprentice asked. He sniffed at the air, it seemed that there were some birds nearby, in the trees; he would have thought birds would be somewhere else. They could have been hawks, though, he remembered them when he was a pup. The reddish wolf thought he could also smell two mice, and fish that were in a pond or river, or a stream. "I think I can scent a few hawks, two mice, and some fish." Pinepaw said, looking at his mentor.

Pinepaw nodded, getting into a better hunter's crouch. "How about we work on fishing?" He asked, standing up on his paws. He thought Ripplestone had been of RiverClan once, so if she knew how to fish that would be good. He wanted to learn of techniques the other Clans had, so he could use them as well.

Pinepaw walked over to the river, laying down at its side. He looked up at Ripplestone as she spoke of how to fish, and had showed how to scoop a catch out of the river. He stood up on his paws, walking over to the river's edge. A flash caught his attention, and quickly the red apprentice reached in with his paw. He didn't catch a fish, however, sending him landing into the icy river.

Pinepaw looked up at Ripplestone as she pulled him out of the river. "T-Thanks." He stammered, shaking out his pelt. The water was cold, and it being Leafbare made it worse. "I thought I saw a fish, I'll try next time to catch it."

Pinepaw looked at Ripplestone and nodded. She had shown to him that her paws were webbed; instead, the red wolf was more for running than for swimming. "Twolegs? They live by the river, in the forest?" Pinepaw asked, leaning his head to the side. His brown eyes glanced back at the river, still alert for fish as he wondered what his mentor's response would be.

Pinepaw nodded as he listened to Ripplestone. Perhaps, then, Twolegs could be good as well, the apprentice thought to himself. Hearing a splash, the wolf's large ears perked up, and his eyes looked in the river's direction. A second splash followed, and he could see silver beneath the cold waters of the river. Quickly, Pinepaw dashed forward, splashing at the water with his paws. He felt something brush against him, so he reached in with his mouth. The red-furred wolf reappeared, a fish in his jaws. Pinepaw quickly walked over to Ripplestone. "I finally caught a fish!" Pinepaw said, setting it down.

Pinepaw nodded, feeling more proud in catching a fish as his mentor said she didn't catch one until she had been a warrior. He nodded once more as she told him how to fish better; he knew he would have a lot to learn. "So, what's next?" He asked, looking at Ripplestone as he wondered if they'd continue on fishing or work on something different instead.

Pinepaw nodded, walking back over to the river shore. He sat down, his honey brown eyes watching for any splashes. As soon as he heard one, Pinepaw dashed forward into the water, not remembering how Ripplestone told him to scoop the fish out with a paw, and he leaped under the cold water. Paddling towards the fish as fast as he could, it saw him and bolted away. Pinepaw came back out to the surface, growling in frustration as he tried to paddle back to the shore. Another fish caught his attention, and he glanced at it quickly. Should I try to catch the fish or scoop it out? I could miss if I try doing what Ripplestone said. I'll need to practice the proper fishing technique however. The fish could move out of the way. I'll need to be downstream of it. Pinepaw thought. Knowing he probably should have stayed on the shore, he paddled, not being a good swimmer, downstream as fast as he could. He looked back at the fish, who had been caught in a current and was just now nearby him. With a paw, he splashed under the water and threw the fish onto the shore, where he paddled back and placed a paw ontop of it, feeling it go limp as he bit it. He decided he would try catching one from the shore next.

Pinepaw nodded, looking at the fish as Ripplestone buried the catch. It was a salmon; he would be sure to remember that name. Shaking out his fur, soaked from the river, the red apprentice sat down near the shore. Making sure his shadow couldn't be seen, he watched for any indications that a fish may be nearby. A gray flash caught his attention, and he noticed a minnow. He decided that was too small to be of anything to the Clan, so he looked for another fish. A salmon was next to show up, so he reached in as quickly as he could with a paw. He felt the fish, cold and trying to move away, and scooped it out with a paw, placing it on the bank. It managed to hop right into the water before he could get a hold on it, so Pinepaw growled in frustration.

Pinepaw's honey brown eyes focused on Ripplestone as she showed him another move. "Alright, I will then." He said, padding over to the river's edge. He spotted a fish, though he knew that one was too far; he'd end up falling in the river again if he reached for it. Instead, two minnows were much more close to him. He made sure his shadow wasn't over the water, lifting up his left paw. When one of the minnows came nearby, he plunged his paw into the water and scooped it up. He tried to imagine the minnow as one of his fears; that wouldn't really work, since he was mainly afraid of being outcast or of small places. Let's see how this minnow would be had it been a hawk. Funny, it's much smaller than anything a hawk would even eat. He thought, slamming the fish down onto the ground. He bit it quickly, and looked back at the river. The second minnow was further downstream; he couldn't catch it now, without the chance of falling into the cold river.