[taillow]

Bravebird - WindClan Warrior
She/her | 45 moons | Beefed Up T3, One with the Warren

...She knew she wasn't allowed out here, that those minks were likely scurrying all over. But Bravebird had woken up on a mission today - and part of that included catching one of the rotten rats. So with the rising sun she had sprinted from camp, following the usual trajectory of her morning runs. Starting along the edges of where their old territory used to be, curving alongside the Thunderglade (and tossing a glare towards the thick forest of squirrels), and then coming up to the parts of the territory that were off-limits. Except instead of continuing on towards Sedgewater Valley, Brave made a veering left turn and headed straight for the Windy Hills.

Crouching now on the top of a hill, concealed by the tall heather, the warrior waited. She could see several figured scattering about. Most of them were clumped together which she was smart enough at least to avoid, but she was looking for a single - aha. Zeroing in on a smaller mink that seemed to be digging away at the ground, Bravebird turned her whole body to face it. The wind was blowing diagonally towards her; not optimal but it would work well for now. She wasn't entirely certain how fast these things were, having only fought them underground, but she wasn't going to take any chances (after all, she was doing all of this to apologize to the medicine cat, not get further on her bad side).

Taking her time the warrior steadied herself with another deep breath - shortly after, she bolted from her spot and flew across the moor as if she had wings on her paws. Adrenaline pumped her muscles and aided in her speed. The mink had looked up with a hiss but Bravebird was already descending down upon it. A swift claw to its head stunned it long enough for her to get a quick bite in, which left it limp.

A short-lived victory, considering when Brave looked up the hoard seemed to be rushing towards her. "Take that, you tunnel rats!" she spat towards the approaching hoard with a vocal laugh, grabbing her catch and pelting off back towards camp. Sailing high over a few jutted rocks here and there created more distance until she couldn't hear the furious squeaks anymore. The cat let out a leap and a triumphant yowl that was muffled by the fur in her mouth.

Like taking catnip from a kitten.