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The sun rose high in the morning sky ten days before Crowpaw had to leave to go meet up with the other cats who were supposed to go on some journey to somewhere known as the sun-drown-place. Whatever that means. The sun beams warmed the heather and the tall grass, warming up the two warriors who sat on Lookout Rock; their gazes fixed on the long stretch of open land that separated them from Riverclan and also the roaring thunderpath to the far east that came between their territory and Shadowclan's. Their ears were perked up as well, listening for any signs of grouse or even a shrew. It won't be much, but it would be better than bringing back no prey at all.
One of them suddenly crouched down, the she-cat 's eyes narrowing as she spotted a field mouse searching for its own food as it scurried out into the open and onto one of their paths that lead away from the Windclan camp. Silently, she bunched her muscles and jumped down onto the ground, her eyes focused on the mouse. It hadn't moved. She crept closer until she could pounce on it. Wiggling her haunches from side to side, she pushed off the ground and sprang through the air; landing directly on the little mouse which she bit quickly and gave it the killing bite. Picking up the small furry creature in her mouth, she turned to the other cat who flicked his tail back towards the camp, signally for her to take it to the nursery den.
"It's a fine catch. The kits will appreciate it.", the Tom said as she padded past him with her prey.