[Gusty]

Mintpaw steadied himself, crouching down into a hunting position similarly to when he was hunting ShadowClan prey. Voles were not common in his part of the territory, but he knew that he had the ability to catch one.
In a fiery start, Mintpaw leaped forwards, falling just a whisker-length short of the prey. The vole scurried away at this moment, suddenly aware that a predator was chasing it. The tom bounded once again at the mammal, but just a second too late- the catch had gone down into its burrow.
Frowning in his disappointment, Mintpaw swiveled around towards Snowpaw. "Oh, I could've caught that. I was just underestimating it." he shrugged.