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Falconfeather followed the two toms to the Sky Glade. She wasn't quite certain what her thoughts on the new stretch of land were. It was strange, not hunting in pines. Why did Shadowclan need this land anyways? It didn't seem to be their forte. As they slowed to a stop, ELmshadow presented an idea of someone taking to the moors to see if they could hunt and rabbits. Plausible plan, but as Loonfeather presented himself as the prime option, she snickered. He did not seem the type, but no matter. Turning away, she gave herself a few moments to narrow in on a mouse before quickly pouncing on it. The demise of a blackbird followed a few seconds later.
Thump! Falconfeather spun around as her prey, a vole, darted off. Loonfeather flopped onto the ground by a tree, a rabbit racing away from him. aShe snickered and stepped forward before breaking into laughter. "Are you alright?" There was a more pressing question though. "Did you run into a tree? What were you doing, hunting it?" It was the first time she had laughed for a while.