[Cloverspring]

Cloverspring's soft paws tenderly padded the ground as she quietly moved around the bracken that was blocking her path. The scrawny mouse was unaware of presence, and still busily scavenging for some seeds. Cloverspring carefully moved into a hunting crouch, the she-cat's eyes locked on her unexpecting prey. The mouse's ears perked as it whipped it's head around, but by then it was too late. Cloverspring was already flying through the air, only a kittenstep away from her prey. She swiftly grabbed the mouse in her jaws, and killed it in one sharp bite. "The amount of prey is not all that plentiful," thought Cloverspring to herself, as she picked up two more scrawny mice she had caught earlier and started to trot back to camp.
As she started heading back to camp, a large rustle sounded from a nearby bush. Her ears pricked at the sound, she instinctively sniffed for a scent coming from that bush. Cloverspring placed the mice on the ground and grinned, "I can hear you," she exclaimed as a recognizable figure slinked out of the shadows of the oak tree...