For Shutterfly

[Magicheart]

Coldfire jogged along smoothly and stealthily out of the Trueclan camp. Her old feelings of mistrust had been abandoned when she became a Guardian of Trueclan, but she still felt awkward around most of the other cats, having been a loner most of her life. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on detecting sounds and scents of prey.

[Tigercloud]

Snowshoe padded behind Coldfire, keeping his steps as quiet as possible. He knew he didn't usually do to well of a job at being stealthy though. He shrugged, pricking his ears and looking around. He kept quiet, listening, watching, and trying to scent out prey himself. His tail flicked, not really knowing why he was distracted from what he was trying to do. Or was it just because he saw his mate and kits after a moon or two almost? Snowshoe shook his head, clearing his thoughts mostly.

[.:-Aikoa-:.]

Flamestreak's white and ginger pelt flashed in the sunlight as she padded after the two cats. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling brilliantly, searched for any signs that would lead her to prey. She scented it, but her senses were not quite so keenly adapt as that of a Clanner. She had been a loner, living off what she could find, for so long now... she wasn't even close to measuring up to the other cat's skills in anything, she figured. Still, Flamestreak had a will of stone, and she would never give in, no matter what she lacked. The young she-cat crouched and began to stalk a mouse she had scented. Creeping along, she felt the thrill of the hunt rising up in her veins. She pounced, digging her claws into the flesh of the mouse. It almost squeezed past her defences, but she managed to kill it with a swift blow to the neck.

[Magicheart]

Coldfire's ear twitched. She turned to acknowledge the success of Flamestreak and then focused on a tree up ahead. She crept along quietly until she came across the base of it, and then sprinted up the tree as though she had run vertically her entire life. Moments later, Coldfire gracefully leapt back down with a squirrel in her jaws, her blow obviously lethal.

[Tigercloud]

Snowshoe padded forwards towards the scent of a rabbit. He crouched low, trying to keep silent as he made his way forward to the white fur he saw. He pounced, but landed short because the rabbit sped off. He had landed wrong as well and he fell onto the ground. Snowshoe quickly got up, realizing he just humilated himself on his attempt to catch the rabbit. He shook off the dirt mostly and gave his pelt a few quick licks, regaining himself.

[Magicheart]

Coldfire cast a sympathetic glance to the tom, but didn't want to embarass him, so she crouched down quietly and stared off at the sun, burying her kill so its scent wouldn't alert nearby prey.