CrimsonFlame breathed in the cold air. Frosty levels crunched under her paws.
Can you not make noise when I'm trying to hunt please? Thank you... she complained in her head.
I should probably get something for that grouchy Tom...what's his name again? She had been thinking of him all day and something about him...something was bugging her...
The she-cat dropped down into a hunter's crouch and stalked a few mice snuffling around the bracken.
1...2...3 and...POUNCE! she leapt, catching at least about 3 mice in her paws. With a quite bite to the neck they were dead and ready to feed the clan. But then she heard rustling behind her. CrimsonFlame instantly became more alert and cautious to make sure nothing snuck up on her from behind.
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Queenie