With leafbare fast approaching it was understandable that prey would gradually become harder and harder to find. It would be a hard leafbare - it always was - but Heronstar was determined her clan would prevail through the winter.
It was another chilly day as Heronstar lead a hunt in the woods. The leader was currently going after a plump grey squirrel, chasing it up a tree before finally managing to grab it. The small beast squirmed beneath the weight of her front paws, before a swift bite to the neck finished it off. She flicked her tongue across her lips, savouring the little blood she had got on them, before carefully picking the dead squirrel up between her teeth. Heronstar would jump down from the tree before heading back to where she and the rest of the hunting patrol agreed to meet up once they were done. She would wait quietly for the others return, quietly taking in what they had caught when they did return to her.. It wasn't an overly impressive haul, but considering the weather and how few signs of prey they had found, there was still a decent amount and would go a long way to ensuring the clan was well fed for another few days. "Alright, we've got enough for now," Heronstar mewed, turning to the other warriors behind her. "Lets head back to camp."
She was about to lean down and pick up her squirrel, when a sudden noise in the distance caught her attention. At first she was unsure whether she heard anything, that she was merely hearing the chatter from the clanmates behind her. But then she heard it again, louder this time, and closer too. Heronstar glance back at the patrol. "Did anyone else just hear that?"
//and so starts the dog plot! the dogs will probably get introduced in my next response to this