Trotting around SnowClan camp

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    Lynxpaw parted her jaws, picking up the scent of a thrush a few tail-lengths away.
    She dropped low to the ground, following the scent trail of the bird. Just as the thrush came into view, it abandoned the ground, flying upwards into a nearby pine.
    "Not so fast, birdy..." She hissed to herself, making her way to the tree and slowly shimmying up with her claws. She dropped to the branch the bird had landed on, and stalked slowly to it.
    Locking her iron-set eyes on it, she pounced, catching the bird before it flew off. The branch swayed, and Lynxpaw lost her balance, spiraling to the ground and landing back-first in the snow.
    The thrush attempted to fly away, and she whirled up from the snow, giving a monstrous leap to catch the fleeing animal.
    She hissed, closing her tufted paws around it, landing with the bird pinned.
    Lynxpaw delivered a bite to its neck, huffing from exhaustion.

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    Tickpaw stared in shock, his fur bristling. "Are you okay Lynxpaw!?!" He raced over to the she-cat. "Oh and great catch." The tom looked at Lynxpaw closely.

    The she-cat huffed, regaining her breath. "I'm not good in trees, or anyplace high, for that matter... My balance has to one of my biggest flaws." She forced a laugh, licking her forepaw.

    "Yeah, let's head back." She mewed, picking her thrush from the snow.
    I was lucky there was snow to break my fall. Lynxpaw thought, "I could have turned out worse."

    Lynxpaw picked up the mouse she'd caught earlier as well, slipping through the dirt tunnel and dropping the fresh-kill in the pile.
    "I'd say it was a good day for hunting." She mewed, proud of their lot.

    Tickpaw padded in behind her and put his mouse down. "It was really good for two apprentices."

    "We could act like kits and play moss ball." The tom smiled and flung a piece of moss at Lynxpaw. His blue-green eyes full of youth.

    "No one so we can." Tickpaw hooked the moss with a claw and batted the moss back to Lynxpaw.

    She chuckled, hitting it up on the air. Once it was at the right height, she flicked it with her stubby tail, sending it back toward Tickpaw.
    "Hah!" She purred, "Take that!"

    Tickpaw caught it with both paws and fell onto his back laughing. He rolled to his paws and knocked the moss ball back to Lynxpaw.