Twigstripe
SkyClan Warrior
The afternoon sun trickled in through the sparse canopy of the birch trees, highlighting the green leaves against the white and black bark. A light brown feline weaved her way between the trunks as quietly as she could, her ears twitching to listen in on the sounds of the woods. Several birds chirped on the branches, the light wind rustled the leaves and there was a light scuttle on the ground nearby. That caused Twigstripe to pause, her green eyes narrowing as she focused in on the noise. A mouse? Squirrel? Her nose went in the air. Mouse.
Dropping down into a crouch, she wiggled her haunches and stalked forward in the direction of the scuttling, trying to keep her pawsteps light as a feather, her light brown fur blending in with a few bushes nearby. Once her eyes zoned in on the mouse, a smirk played on her face and she wiggled her haunches before she pounced, her paws pinning down the mouse and not giving it time to squeal before she ended its life. Feeling triumphant, Twigstripe lifted her head and purred. The day so far had been quite pleasant. She had escaped Briarstep’s patrol organizing by slipping away to be on her own. Sometimes the quiet was nice. Although, at times it did get lonely.
Burying her prey by a tree, she clawed the dirt over it and looked around curiously before sitting down and cleaning her paw. Her tongue rasped between her claws to flick out the dirt, her dark brown tail flicking mindlessly behind her as she enjoyed the forest and the creatures within it.