Cinder the beautiful Loner

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    Cinder padded outside of her makeshift shelter closer to Thunderclan than she knew. "Hmmm I wonder what kind of prey is lurking about", she said to herself quietly. She heard a noise come from the brush close by. She dropped close to the ground, took a deep breathe then pounced. She snapped the vole's neck as quickly as she could, trying to avoid giving the prey a slow, painful death. She carried it back to her shelter and settled down to eat.


    Cinder ~ [img width=510 height=340]http://www.zverce.si/uploads/p…%20Pama%20Flickr%20CC.jpg[/img]

    Leo rested himself on a nest of leaves and closed his eyes, no idea where he was exactly but that there where more cats near by


    Leo-


    Willow stalked among the trees, quite aware of the Thunderclan markers in her scent glands. She had been part of Thunderclan once, as Willowspots. But she preferred not to talk about why she got exiled. Scenting the air, she scented other cats that were not Thunderclan. She smirked, picturing the cats in the camp going nuts over the scent in their territory. Maybe that'll show them. An invasion of loners hunting their prey.

    Willow scented a squirrel near a birch tree, and she followed it eagerly. She licked her chops when she spotted it. Crouching, she crept around it, getting downwind. Afterwards, she moved towards it, keeping her tail above the ground. She leapt and missed the squirrel by a mouse-length. The squirrel darted up a tree. Fox dung!

    Leo sat up before walking into a bush and hiding, he looked up and around to see if anything would come and attack , but the birds began to sing again and he sighed in relief, his brown green eyes cooled down as he lay in the shade and on moss

    Willow climbed the tree the squirrel had disappeared in, not ready to lett her prey go. She crouched among the branches, the one branch creaking with every step. She spotted a hole ahead. I bet that's the squirrel's den.

    Frost held her breath. She scented other loners, although she didn't know what to think. She walked out of her hiding space and emerged into the clearing.

    Willow poked her head inside the hole, scenting the air inside. It smelled strongly of squirrel, nuts, and leaves. But there was no squirrel home at the moment. I better keep going. Willow leaped up to the next branch, panting as the branch moved under her weight. She linked along the branch, which was a bit wider than the one below her.

    Frost kept her pace steady, careful of twigs and other items that make noise under foot.

    "I'm not as dumb as you think I am. Come on out, I won't hurt you. I'm like you, a loner." Frost said to the strange cat.