Fox hunting?

[Spottedfur]

Crimsonstrike stopped, signaling with her tail for Darkpaw to do the same.

[windsong]

A small, black and brown female halted behind her. Darkpaw pricked her ears and looked around, scenting the air.

[Spottedfur]

Crimsonstrike lay down with her belly to the floor, motioning for Darkpaw to lay beside her.

[windsong]

Darkpaw slunk to the ground, pressing her belly fur to the forst floor. Her wide eyes scanned the undergrowth for any sign of movement. The stench of fox was almost un bearable now, but there were no sounds of rustling.

[Spottedfur]

"It's a cub, but still very large. First, we're going to aim at the muscle in the back of the legs and rip those out, then get around to the front and slash your claws across it eyes so that it's blinded. Then go for the throat and rip that out. If this was a gown fox, you would need to get under it and claw up it's underbelly, but this cub won't need that."

[windsong]

Darkpaw's yellow eyes widened even more. She gave a small nod, her fur fluffed up anxiously. She tried to remember everything.

[Spottedfur]

"I'll go for a leg, get ready, set...." suddenly the wind changed and the fox sniffed.
"Mousedung!" Crimsonstrike cried as the beast whirled around, battle ready. "ATTACK!" and She lept at it's face, crawing at his cheeks and eyes.

[windsong]

Darkpaw stood frozen for a second, her eyes wide and staring. But then, she forced her limbs to move and sprang into action. Dodging a swinging paw, she ran behind the fox. Before the beast had a chance to turn and face her, she lunged and dug her claws into its haunches.

[Spottedfur]

"The legs, the legs!" Crimsonstrike yowled, hanging on as the beast whirled it's head this way and that.

[windsong]

Darkpaw was battered back and forth as she struggled to obey her mentor's schreeched commands. The black she craned her head down and sank her fangs deep into the fox's hindleg.

[Spottedfur]

The fox yowled in pain and stumbled to the ground as the young she-cat disabled it's muscle.
"Good job!" Crimsonstrike called back. "Now try to get it's other leg!" she said as she latched her claws into it's matted fur. I won't be able to get at it's throat!

[windsong]

Darkpaw could hardly hear her mentor's voice above the screams and howl of the fox. With a grunt of effort, the she-cat ripped her fangs out of its leg, tattering the muscle. Her claws flailed for a hold, and she snapped with her jaws at the other leg. Her teeth sliced through the fur and then met flesh. She quickly tore the other muscle, blood splattering her fur. Her grip lessened and she was thrown back, hitting the ground with a thud. Darkpaw staggered to her feet to see Crimsonstrike clawing fiercely at the fox. Her mind raced to remember what she was supposed to do next. She suddenly found it and threw herself infront of the fox, slashing at its eyes. Her claws swiped through the air and she realized she had jumped short. A paw landed a blow on her shoulder, sending the black she-cat stumbling back. She shook her head and pounced again with a yowl of fury, this time managing to cling to the beast. Darkpaw lashed out blindly, hoping to score the eyes. A schreech of pain told her she had met her target and she half sprang, half fell away.

[Spottedfur]

Good, she got the other eye. "Get the belly!"

[windsong]

"But-" Darkpaw was cut short as a paw whizzed over her head. That wasn't on the list! she scrambled to her paws and sprang at the fox. It reared up to dodge her and she slashed her claws down its belly. Then, she threw herself up at it, clinging with all four paws to its side. "Get the throat!" she yowled.

[Spottedfur]

"It's fur it too matted!" she yelled. What now? she looked at the blinded fox's nose. There's always... that. "Darkpaw, get out from under it!"