[Abyssopelagic]

Whiskernose had finally made his way to go out hunting, he had stayed just a moment longer to ask about some of the better hunting spots. He wasn't looking foward to chasing rabbits alone, knowing damn well they were faster than him on top of knowing the ley of the land. He noticed a few cats a great distance away, something he wasn't used to about the moor and its endlessly yawning expanse of a sky.
As he walked close, he picked up the smell of Nettlespark and Windclan. Maybe they'd be willing to hunt with his clumsy butt.