[FiameHeart]

Tracking a small mouse through the underbrush, Sparrowstar was enjoying a rather peaceful hunt. One swift pounce later she held her quarry between her jaws, tail raised high in pride. No matter the size of her catch, she always felt like she was doing Ridgeclaw proud when she contributed to her clan.

However, her moment of reflection was interrupted by a strange molly swaying into view.

Hackles raising, Sparrowstar let out a warning growl before they seemed to mutter something indistinguishable and collapse. Pausing to see if they would get back up, the tan molly waited a few seconds before approaching with a sigh. No matter their origins, she wouldn't simply leave them to die. She'd be treading dangerously close to Dawnstar's attitude if she did.

"Are you alright?" she muttered, nudging them with a paw as she surveyed a wound on their shoulder. Perhaps a bit of mouse could serve as a pick-me-up... Reluctantly she placed the small mouse next to the molly. "Come on, up you get stranger. Eat some of this."

She didn't trust the stranger but she was so starving that you could see the ribs underneath her fur. She never looked the molly in the eye as she ate. As she finished the mouse she didn't feel as weak and she didn't want to start anything, so she told the strange molly in front of her "Thank you"