Sun Mote Copse And played that Stevie Wonder song a couple thousand times

Kiwi couldn't tell from her vantage point what the prey was, but she could hear it shuffling.  Her mom got into position, though, so she smiled and kicked her plan into action.

It was a plan that would have worked out fairly well if it had been a creature with flight instincts.  Unfortunately for the still somewhat inexperienced huntress, not every animal did. The porcupine, instead of running like she expected, shifted around, revealing a back full of long spiked quills that rattled menacingly as Kiwi tried to spur it to move.

She slid to a hasty stop, but not quite hasty enough, and ended up with one barbed quill sticking out of her cheek.  She pulled back and did a slight circle,   glancing at Wildfire for help.  Maybe a learning experience instead.