Mothwing gives him a nod, having found it a while before he did.

"Watch me," she meows quietly. "Frogs jump, so it needs to be all one motion or you're in for a chase. Keep your haunches still, too, or it will notice you." She shifts until she can see it clearly, just on the edge of the clump of reeds, then pounces. With a rush of satisfaction, she pins it between her front paws and gives it the killing bite.