First Leafbare, First Prey (Skiv)

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((I hope this is ok Skiv ^^'))

The air tasted like mint and cold, and the soft layer of snow underneath Clawpaw's feet crunched as he walked through StormClan territory. His brilliant blue eyes reflected the white sun's light as he traveled, and his ears were constantly moving and on full alert. He could feel the light leafbare breeze running through his fur as he padded along, his toes searching the ground for pokey sticks before he put his paw on them. His mouth was parted in order to let his little song flow out.

"Leafbare is cold, we should be inside. I wanna cuddle up next to a cat and sleeeep," Clawpaw sang, holding the last, slightly screechy note longer than it probably should have been. His nose caught a scent, and his yowling stopped instantly. His head flicked to face the source of the smell, and he swooped into a crouch. Slowly and carefully, the tom slipped forward through the snow. His paws were silent as he made his way through the sparse underbrush and snow drifts. His ear gave an almost unnoticeable flick as he heard a noise ahead of him. The smell was stronger now. He finally got as close as he dared to the prey, his weight on his haunches as he prepared to pounce. Now he would wait...

The smallest of rustles tickled the tom's ear fur, and he leapt forward. His claws grabbed onto pelt, and he felt blood on his paws. He nearly started purring at the feeling, but remembered to kill the prey before he relaxed fully. The creature struggled for a few moments, speared on the ginger tom's claws, but he soon put it out of it's misery with a nip to the neck. He reached down and inhaled the animal's scent deeply. Vole. "I caught a vole! My first prey!" He started calling proudly, purrs flooding from the apprentice. Finally, after three moons of training, he had caught something!

[Skiv]

Dewpaw flattened her ears and padded out into the frozen territory of Stormclan. She didn't like that her mentor was making her go out and hunt by herself, she didn't want to go into the snow at all. The silver tabby just padded silently in Stormclan territory. She wasn't really focused on her duty but more enjoying the scenery. She didn't like snow all that much or the cold for that matter but she was surprised at how pretty the world was around her. The light trees were frozen in time. Couldn't wait until the leaves starting growing back and the river started to flow again. She took a deep breath in and the air was a bit minty. She just smiled and continued on. Her long furred tail floated behind her as she padded along.

Tasting the air after a while she caught the scent of a vole. She just perk her ears and listened to the world around her. She didn't hear the vole yet, so she just tasted the air once again and then slowly started moving in that direction. The snow crunching lightly under her delicate paws. She just then she stopped there was another scent near here. She knew it was Stormclan, so she just stopped. They were probably after the vole as well. She just then waited, for any other sign that the vole was being caught. After a few moments of nothing then she heard the rustling of something up ahead. She just then padded forward slowly and she watched the ending of a ginger cat catching the vole. Her eyes lit up with happiness for the other cat. She then looked at the cat, narrowing her eyes she racked her brain to figure out this cats name. Then when she heard the voice of the other cat. Its was a den mate Clawpaw. She just smiled and said, "That was a great catch Clawpaw!" Her green eyes shining with happiness for the other tom.

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