Honey smiled back as Moon offered to hunt - the season was cruel, and two sets of claws would always be better than one.
"That sounds lovely." Honey replied, eyes on the moon, which was just starting to peek out from its snowy bed. "I'm afraid I'm rather inexperienced at hunting, so thank you for offering to teach me your trick."
She could hear owls above her, starting to emerge and seek their own prey. Competition was always fierce in leaf-bare, when cats and other predators alike tussled to stay alive. Her own mother had come back with a nasty cut on her cheek just before the fire, a sign of another desperate cat needing to feed themselves. But she was also realising that cooperation could also feed mouths.
Her pelt - entirely the wrong colour for the season - twitched in excitement as she came to her new hunting partner.
"So, when do we start?" @
BlueGamerGirl (sorry for the late reply)