[BEAR.]

Hareflood snorted as he neared the border with WindClan. Typical rabbit-chasers, they couldn't even maintain their markers judging by how stale it was.

Why did anyone want to come here anyway? Once the trees thinned out, there was nothing. An endless sea of grass and disappointment. Maybe that's why no one had come around in a while - they were lost in the fields of 'everything looks the same.'

Either way, Hareflood didn't care. He was bored and itching to do something, so as soon as he saw a bird just across the [faded] scent lines, he went for it. A bite to the neck killed it instantly, but he made sure to leave some feathers and a tinge of blood behind as evidence as he sprang back over the border and chucked the bird in some distant bush.

Though they wouldn't have the bird as proof, he figured the indicators of theft would be enough to stir up some tight-nosed WindClanner if they came around the border. All he needed to do now.. was wait for one to come by.

[ open for 1 wc cat taken by maple's patrol ]