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A lithe black and white she-cat made her way easily through the dying undergrowth. With the seasons changing fairly quickly, the plants in the forest were slowly withering away. It was prime time for Thunderclan prey, they were the easiest to spot right now, plump from green-leaf too. Her senses were on high alert at that moment, her pale green hues dancing around to pick out prey. Sure, there was a bird here and a bird there, sparrows and robins, but she was looking for rodents. She didn't want to bother with birds right now, as they make a feathery mess during the kill. A mouthful of feathers wasn't what she was wanting in that moment. Besides, who actually liked bird? They were more bone and feathers than meat!
Then it caught her attention. Her optics narrowed in on a vole as her body came to a halt. No more movement, just a waiting game for this vole to drop it's guard. Mintberry was already low to the ground, her ears flat in the perfect crouch Thunderclan was known for. Her paw steps were light and her fur didn't touch anything around her as she didn't want to make the slightest noise to scare this prime meal away. Slowly, she moved, pausing when the vole paused and moving when it moved.
Now! She feline shot forward, her paws hardly skimming the ground as she moved with such ease through the brush. Claws and teeth met fur and a squeal exited the rodents body before abruptly being cut off. Success!
Prey buried now, the she-cat composed herself and began to figure out where she was. Sometimes, she was so in the zone of hunting that she lost track of where she was, so her mouth parted to allow air to hit her scent glands. Each scent she tasted was a quick reminder of where she was. She let out a huff and whipped her tail twice.
Windclan. Her pale green gaze looked across the border to the open space. Now, Mintberry couldn't say she didn't miss the open skies and the ability to really stretch her legs, but she refused to go back. Never again. The closest the she-cat got was a tail-length from the border. Her gaze becoming reminiscent as she gazed into the moors.