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Originally Posted by Papaya (Post 1131497) >Lynxfuzz< Grumbling swears under his breath, Lynxfuzz yanked his head roughly out of the snow. He came up with his face covered in clumps of white, whiskers and nose completely encased. With a snort, he glowered up at Sparrowflight, seemed to consider her offer, and then took her paw and let her help him to his feet. As soon as he was up he gave himself a fierce shake, scattering snow every which way. "Thank you," he muttered. He took a few steps forward to snuffle around the base of the tree, then peered to the right. "I'm heading this way, I smell a hare." With that he disappeared into the undergrowth. The hare wasn't very difficult to track, but its white coat made it hard to spot. He only saw it when it lifted its head and moved its ears, and immediately he dropped into a crouch. He was downwind, and it was close enough for a well-placed leap. If he was careful enough... He bunched his legs beneath him and sprang into the air. The hare froze and glanced back at him, then tried to run, but with his paws outstretched he managed to hook it with his claws and clamp down on the back of its neck. With a sharp crunch and a final, ear-piercing shriek, the hare went limp. Wincing, Lynxfuzz picked it up gingerly and brought it back to the tree. It was scrawny, but big - it would feed a couple of cats well.

~ Sparrowflight | Lynxfuzz | @Papaya ~

Giving him a friendly nod and helping to heft the tom up from his snowy pile, Sparrowflight huffed a quick, "Don't mention it," before giving her shoulder a final roll and glancing about. Well, if her partner was off to the right then she'd go left. They'd cover more ground that way and who knows, maybe even catch some good prey for the pile during this frigid season.

Carefully padding off to the left and scenting the air for potential prey, Sparrowflight's attention was grabbed by the wisp of... Well it smelt like some type of bird. Dropping into her crouch behind a low hanging bit of foliage, her tanned head peaked out just enough to spot the bright red plumage of a cardinal. It seemed a decent size, and she definitely wasn't one to turn up her nose at the available prey options, so creeping forward on gentle paws Sparrowflight approached her target. It seemed to be pecking at a few discarded nuts on the ground, unaware of the approaching hunter, so with a swift leap and a bite to the neck she dispatched the bird.

Gingerly carrying it back to the Weeping Tree, Sparrowflight buried it under some snow before stalking off to see if she could find at least an additional mouse for her clan. They could use all they prey they could get these days.