Cottonfleck
The red tabby she-cat padded around camp, wanting something to do. I'll go hunting. She padded out of the camp and stalked toward prey. The rabbit hadn't seen or sensed her yet. Good. Once she was close enough, she pounced, giving a quick bite to the back of the neck. Thank you, StarClan for this prey that gave its life to give strength to my Clanmates. She hid the large prey and stalked off over the ground, her paws moving silently. Opening her mouth, several prey-scents washed over her scent glands. Vole, mouse, squirrel. All around the same area but far enough apart to where I don't give myself away. Perfect. She stalked toward the squirrel first, moving slowly, her belly fur barely touching the ground.
Near the prey, she crouched down low, shoulders moving in time. When the squirrel moved, Cottonfleck leapt on top of it, killing it swiftly. After laying it down in thick bushes, she stalked toward the mouse, catching it swiftly. Finally, she caught the vole and took all three prey items back to the rabbit before carrying it all back to camp. This will keep us going for a while longer. She thought to herself, setting the prey on the fresh-kill pile before taking her vole for herself. She hadn't been a warrior for long, maybe four moons, and she was turning out to be a great hunter.