[beau]

If there was one good thing about this new camp, it was how overgrown it was. Lack of cats in this area plus a surplus of dark crevices meant bugs galore, and Wolfpaw had made it his personal mission to catch every one of them. Even now at this moment he was stalking his next target. Crouched near a patch of grass, his eyes were focused intently on each blade. Occasionally one would twitch, a sign of a bug brushing past it. If he listened closely enough he could make out the sound of a cricket hidden beneath the murmur of the clan as it went about its business. His weight shifted to his haunches, ready to pounce. He was certain he would catch it, as long as no one interrupted him.

[ @Quasar ]