[echofur]

Shadywhisker sat at the riverbank, watching the swift water. She was a few tail lengths away from the stepping stones witched crossed onto Thunderclan territory. The river seemed oddly empty this certain morning. Shadywhisker wouldn't return to camp until she had caught at least a mouse. The silver and black striped she-cat spend her jaw, drinking in the air. The faint sent of a vole came from further up the riverbank, towards the stepping stones. Shadywhisker fell into a crouch, stalking the prey quietly. A fox length away from the she-cat the grass stirred slightly, allowing her to pinpoint the vole, its sent growing stronger.