Thick Woodlands

The thick woodlands.

Remember:
Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.

CreekFrost swiftly padded through, her eyes shining brightly. She scented the air, picking up the sweet, tasty scent of a rabbit, she crouched down low, her stomach low to the ground. She dove towards the rabbit, killing it with a quick blow to the neck. She smiled, silently thanking StarClan, before eagerly taking her prey to the Camp.

Silent bounded through, her paw steps muffled even though she was stepping carelessly. She sniffed around, her ears swiveling to hear properly. Her eyes shinned, pleased with the weather and the abundant prey. She padded up to a moss covered tree. She stretched up, sinking her claws into the top of the moss patch. She raked her claws down, pealing off the moss. She repeated a few times until she had a decent amount of moss. She grabbed it in her jaw; having to make several attempts before she was able to grab it all. She bounded back towards the camp.

CreekFrost stood boldly on the edge of a branch, she stared down at the ground, watching and waiting for prey to scatter past. She carefully curled her tail around her paws, waiting. Moments later, a small rabbit bounced past. CreekFlood sprang down from the tree, her claws unsheathed, she slashed at the rabbit, killing it. She scooped it roughly up in her jaws and padded away.