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Pons hadn’t really been shown how to hunt. Not until Harper had taken it upon herself to work with him on the ins and outs of what it meant to listen to the world around them and be patient with the tracks he could find himself chasing for days.

His first catch, prior to that, had been small. A rabbit he had taken out by accident more so than by actual skill. It had cornered itself and he had ended it all quickly, it not clumsily, while traveling through the territory.

Today, however, he was using all of the skills he had been taught. From Harper to Malone, many cats had taken the time to give small forms of reassurance to the larger feline as he often lamented about being a terrible huntsman.

This fact wasn’t exactly something that would go away with this hunt. As he jumped over branches and cleared various obstacles, he knew that he had made mistakes that had set him back a few times. The deer he had been trailing had most assuredly picked up his scent at least twice, and the only thing that was really keeping him from losing sight of the thing completely was the fact that he had chosen a game trail that really only had one entrance and exit through the mountains.

He would end this creature before he returned home, though the length of time this hunt would take was surely the question left unanswered. Pons worked up his courage, and continued the trail, watching the tracks in front of him with a careful precision that he knew he’d never be able to duplicate.

He needed to prove he was able to catch more than just rabbits in the spur of a moment. He wanted to be able to show he was capable as a member of his empire, even if this was the skill he largely lacked in.

Stalking through a clearing, he came to rest at the top of a small ridge, looking down upon the animal he had deemed his quarry. This time, he would not mess up on his jump. This time, he would stay down wind. This time, he’d pay attention to the rocks around him.

He breathed in slowly through his mouth, took stock of what direction the wind was blowing in, and took the leap down with as much force as he could muster. This time, he would land that blow and this time, he would be victorious.

Though even with that steadfast resolve, he found himself missing his mark. It wasn’t perfect. Not like how Harper could dash forward and take out a creature with the slightest of work. No, it was a messy end to a messy hunt, but in the end Pons returned home with a deer in tow.

It wasn’t easy, nor did he feel like he deserved the praise he received when he got it home, but that wasn’t the important part.

What mattered was that he proved to his empire that he could do it. Even if it wasn’t a perfect job. Food was food up in the mountains after all.

WC: 525

Pons has, over the past few months, complained about how bad of a hunter he is…

that’s not changing even for training 😂

Description
Pons hadn’t really been shown how to hunt. Not until Harper had taken it upon herself to work with him on the ins and outs of what it meant to listen to the world around them and be patient with the tracks he could find himself chasing for days.

His first catch, prior to that, had been small. A rabbit he had taken out by accident more so than by actual skill. It had cornered itself and he had ended it all quickly, it not clumsily, while traveling through the territory.

Today, however, he was using all of the skills he had been taught. From Harper to Malone, many cats had taken the time to give small forms of reassurance to the larger feline as he often lamented about being a terrible huntsman.

This fact wasn’t exactly something that would go away with this hunt. As he jumped over branches and cleared various obstacles, he knew that he had made mistakes that had set him back a few times. The deer he had been trailing had most assuredly picked up his scent at least twice, and the only thing that was really keeping him from losing sight of the thing completely was the fact that he had chosen a game trail that really only had one entrance and exit through the mountains.

He would end this creature before he returned home, though the length of time this hunt would take was surely the question left unanswered. Pons worked up his courage, and continued the trail, watching the tracks in front of him with a careful precision that he knew he’d never be able to duplicate.

He needed to prove he was able to catch more than just rabbits in the spur of a moment. He wanted to be able to show he was capable as a member of his empire, even if this was the skill he largely lacked in.

Stalking through a clearing, he came to rest at the top of a small ridge, looking down upon the animal he had deemed his quarry. This time, he would not mess up on his jump. This time, he would stay down wind. This time, he’d pay attention to the rocks around him.

He breathed in slowly through his mouth, took stock of what direction the wind was blowing in, and took the leap down with as much force as he could muster. This time, he would land that blow and this time, he would be victorious.

Though even with that steadfast resolve, he found himself missing his mark. It wasn’t perfect. Not like how Harper could dash forward and take out a creature with the slightest of work. No, it was a messy end to a messy hunt, but in the end Pons returned home with a deer in tow.

It wasn’t easy, nor did he feel like he deserved the praise he received when he got it home, but that wasn’t the important part.

What mattered was that he proved to his empire that he could do it. Even if it wasn’t a perfect job. Food was food up in the mountains after all.

WC: 525

Pons has, over the past few months, complained about how bad of a hunter he is…

that’s not changing even for training 😂