Ice Is Warm, Fire is Cold (Tagged)

[Falcon]

Volpe yawned padding out of his temporary  den and rubbed his eyes a little he had a nice night sleep, a lot better then he usually got, he stretched and groomed his coat, wondering what sort of prey he might find around here, thankfully it was green leaf so whatever prey there might be around would be plentiful and fat Ferretpaw

[Ferretpaw]

Icy exited her den the sun bright and well bright. Not like that was a good thing for her glossy coat that should never,have to suffer. The silver female gazed a large oak tree up and down examining it.. Sniffing the trunk she noted that all of the branches could weigh well under her small body. Unsheathing her claws the first attempt to get up well said tree... Ended Icy up on the forest floor in pain.

[Falcon]

Volpe crouched down as the scent of prey hit his nose, he smelled a mouse, the tom cat stalked forward preying his ginger pelt wouldn't be noticed among the green around him, he looked around as he stalked to try and locate the source of the scent through the trees

[Ferretpaw]

Icy hissed lapping at her pad. It only made it hurt more swollen and soft. She sighed shaking her head. Give up. No you shouldn't expect yourself to be a overnight success. Try harder work your butt off harder. Pouncing splinters dug in her pads as she climbed scraping the wood.

[Falcon]

Volpe moved through the trees as silently as he could, he wasn't used to the forest much cause he was raised in the Twolegplace but he adjusted well to the sight of trees and brush instead of those odd twoleg building and the rough hard stuff that scraped underpaw when he walked

[Ferretpaw]

Screeched as she missed the branch by a inch, Icy ended up dangling the earth far from her feet. Seeing as I like climbing I should of thought this through a bit more. Sighing I tried to move my legs. That's a long way down, a paw slipped slightly. She meowed fear laced in her voice. Life or Death?