No prey on the preypile was scandalous, indeed. Were these warriors slacking as much as she always expected them to, or did WindClan - quite suddenly - have a hunger rush and eat all the prey? Shameful as it was, Silverpaw had to assume it was the earlier option. And now she, Crowtooth and Swiftfire were out here hunting for rabbits. All of whom, mind you, recently took a mink-related beating. Not that it gave them any excuse to sit back and relax, on the contrary there was work to do, but you'd think at least someone uninjured would have the good sense to go out hunting. But it was no matter. She couldn't say this hunting patrol was of her own initiative either, even if it should have been so. Silverpaw felt she has been... Slacking herself as of late. Perhaps not as much as some, but she certainly should be doing more. Huffing, the silver feline fixed her blue eyes on Crowtooth and nodded in understanding. They were to catch the rabbits that left the hole, that should be doable despite their speed. And if not, they would have to make it work. WindClan certainly did need this prey, and it wasn't going to appear out of thin air.


[ @Rani @Tiabirb - kind of assumed this is post-minks, hence Silver's thought process ahah; if that's not meant to be the case, do let me know and I'll edit! ]