Bramblebear was hunting within the territory, her tail swaying back and forth with determination. She was exhausted, as she had been hunting all damn day, but she didn't care. The Clan needed to be fed and she needed to help. How could they grow stronger if they weren't getting as much prey as they could? Her nose wrinkled and she grimaced at her meek pile of prey hidden in the snow. Two mice, a rabbit, and a bird. It was pathetic given how long she had been hunting for, but she would only work harder.
A growl left her lips as she missed yet another catch. Bramblebear's ears flattened and she walked along a cliffside, barely paying attention to her pawsteps as she walked. The she-cat wrinkled her nose, tail swaying with irritation. She wasn't working hard enough. It wasn't working. How could she be worthy of her place in the Clan when she couldn't even catch enough prey? Bramblebear's lips pulled back and she stomped her paw on the ground, though she jumped back as it slipped on the cliff's edge. She watched the disturbed ground tumble to the land below, her eyes narrowing.
A mouse caught her attention, gaze drawn from the cliff as she immediately dropped into a crouch. The silver tabby stalked forward, dead set on catching the prey. With a light flick of her tail, Bramblebear pounced, through the mouse dashed away at the last second. It was forgotten, however, as her back paws slipped and she was sent off of the cliffside, gripping onto it with all her strength. She wildly fought to lift herself back onto safe land, but it was to no avail as her weight brought the ground to crumble under her paws. Bramblebear felt the wind soaring through her fur as she plummeted to the depths below, a loud CRACK echoing around the rock as every bone in her body broke upon impact.
But she already dead before she even hit the ground.