[graves]

Originally Posted by mony

{ @wolybro }
The small kit ran around, looking everywhere, not seeing where he was, or where he was going. He was aimlessly walking unknown territory, his ears pinned to his head, his kitten blue eyes alight with curiosity, bravery, and caution. He had already seen big groups of cats, and stayed away from them, for they looked like his clan's camp, but still, he was to brave to realize his ignorance of the places he was wanting to travel to. He rose his head, and then began to run along the territory, and suddenly he himself realized what he was doing. He could smell prey, very faintly as his nose was not trained, but he could smell it. He ran faster, his tiny paws hitting the ground with small thuds that carried. The Sokoke finally spotted his prey, and with a leap, he unsheathed his claws, and surprisingly he latched onto the mouse, and instinctively bit it's throat, suffocating it. He lifted his head, the ouse dangling from his maw, and with a proud, cute grunt, he turned to walk away and run around a few before he ate his prize.

Spireflare and Fireflare were currently patrolling the windclan moor. After the evil era that he taken it at their job to patrol the territory, seeing as the territory would never truly be safe, seeing as any cat could trespass if they really wanted to,despite the border markers they leave. Green hues glazed over the frosted grass. The snow had since melted and it was now rainy, with left over frost tinting the edges of the grass as they walked. Some might think they are the same cat, walking in sync to eachother, having the same looks as one another. The only difference between them were the broken kink in Spireflares tail from fighting. They have always been good at tracking, Fireflare more then Spire, which is how with the twitch of a tail Fireflare had caught onto the kits scent, and the scent of mouse. Fire didn't even have to say anything, Spire already knew, both of them running after the unfamiliar scent in their territory.