[Moon Lily]

Spiritflight wandered slowly through the territory. He shook his pelt out, taking in the Green-leaf air. It seemed so fresh compared to the cold, sharp leaf-bare air from a few moons before. He shook his head, waving away memories, and focusing on the hunt. It had been quite a while since he had hunted on land. He purred, remembering the time his mentor had tried to reach him how to catch voles. He had- to be frank- failed miserably. He trudged on through the undergrowth, careful to not make any noise. A scent drifted up to him. Mouse. He thought immediately, holding his head in its direction. He crouched down, tail down, paws tense. Lucky I'm downwind...otherwise I would fail miserably. AGAIN. He thought, smiling. He crawled closer to the mouse. It was nibbling on a seed, unaware of his presence. Just a little closer...closer... He thought. He tensed his muscles. Then he jumped.

(There we go! Enough time for them to bump into each other!)
@Rosemew