[fresh]

[ @DarkLeaf ]

A silvery-colored feline was poised near an elder bush. Growing beneath its roots was a small nest of mice, babies in no more than their fourth moon, crawling around with a wriggly sense of running. Grimacing slightly, as baby mice was something she was never quite fond of, the she-cat snapped their necks with a quick slash of her paw and picked them all up by the scruff- around four in all. Food was still relatively scarce, despite being near new-leaf, so beggers couldn’t be choosers. And with the competition of the Clan cats and other rogues and loners... it wasn’t pretty.
Speaking of the issue with other loners and rogues, a new scent reached her parted maw. Eyes narrowing slightly, she crouched down beside the elder bush. Curiosity overpowered common sense, and she peeked a little out of the branches.
Standing in front of her was a she-cat, fairly young- younger than Flicker herself- clearly searching for something. Deciding that she looked nice enough but not ready to take any chances, the feline crouched a little lower and waited for her next move.