[doghouse]

Moonwhisper heard something behind her after a moment, and, without giving any sign that she noticed, she slowed down, scenting the air as if she'd smelled prey. Then, dropping into a crouch, she crept forwards, sliding her paws slightly and moving as carefully as she would when stalking a mouse. She disappeared into a hazel bush and shook the branches. Her plan was to make it appear she'd caught something. Then, with a twitch of her tail, she peered out to see a large ginger tom. Moonwhisper bounded out of her place and raced up the nearest tree, sitting on the lowest branch and looking down with intense green eyes.