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    A she-cat silently stalked a sparrow, lowering herself into a hunter's crotch, and bidding her time. When she was satisfied that the narrow timing had come, she let her hind legs go. Springing gracefully into the air, her outreached claws met with the bird's neck, and hooking her claws in her victim's flesh, brought it down with her as gravity pulled her down again. Landing on the ground once more, she swiftly bite the sparrow's neck, making sure she had killed it completely.


    A grin of pleasure crossed the hunter's face, and triumphantly dragged the freshly-killed sparrow into SnowClan's prey pile.

    "Hello," Pumastorm said. "Good catch." A she-cat appeared out of the shadows. Her black and white fur had hidden her from sight. "My name is Pumastorm. Who are you?" She greeted. Her fur shone in the pale light. Her grey eyes shone with curiosity. Gracefully, she sat down next to the other cat.

    Slightly startled, the she-cat whirled around to meet the other she-cat. "Oh, thanks." Came the meow, pleased and proud. "I am Sirencall...somewhat a strange name, don't you think?" The she-cat licked her pelt, not a bit flustered. "But, who am I to argue with? A kit can't just choose her own name." Her dark eyes sparkled with gentle humor.

    Pumastorm smiled. "That is a strange name, but I like it." She replied. "I didn't mean startle you." Pumastorm began to clean a single paw. "Would you like like to go hunting with me?" She asked, then saw the sun was going down. "Tomorrow," she added.

    Sirencall mirrored Pumastorm's smile. "Sure! I don't think I have any commitments tomorrow, so, why not?" She threw her head back and also noticed the sunset. "Isn't it beautiful?" She murmured, more to herself. After a few heartbeats, she snapped back into attention, flashing an apologetic glance at the she-cat. "Sorry, sometimes I drift off into space like that."

    Pumastorm smiled and nodded. "I understand. I can sometimes be a day dreamer." She said. She looked to the sunset. "I love the sunset. It is pretty..." She meowed.

    "It sure is." Sirencall smiled, a warm feeling creeping over her. She was glad she could find a cat who was willing to be a friend to her, as she used to shun company, thus cats hardly knew she existed.

    Pumastorm felt good that she had made friends for once. She yawned. "I'm going to go to sleep," she declared and left. She laid down and fell asleep instantly. Even if I can't make friends in my own clan, at least I can make friends in SnowClan. For once she didn't miss ShadowClan.


    Ooc: Just so you know, Pumastorm was feeling lonely. So she left camp without telling anyone. She got lost and ended up in SnowClan's territory. She has been gone for only a few days but doesn't smell like ShadowClan anymore. She had trouble making friends in ShadowClan, so she left for a while. :)

    OOC: I see...thanks for the info! :) If you need Sirencall's bio for some of her history, just let me know!




    IC: "Sure." Sirencall nodded as she watched her new friend walk away. I better be going into bed, too. She decided, and studied the sky for a moment longer before disappearing into the warriors' den, which she promptly fell asleep.

    Ooc: Okay


    ~next morning~
    Pumastorm woke at dawn and wandered back into the SnowClan camp. She searched for Sirencall.

    Sirencall was peacefully woken up, and the first thing she saw was the warm sunshine shining outside. Stretching leisurely, she padded out of the den, pausing for a heartbeat to get used to the bright light. After some blinking, the she-cat spotted her new friend at the edge of SnowClan's camp. With a swift step she made her way to Pumastorm, a wide smile on her face. "Morning, Pumastorm!" She greeted.

    Pumastorm smiled. "Hello, Sirencall. Ready to go hunting?" She asked cheerfully.


    Ooc: Can Sirencall not know that Pumastorm isn't from SnowClan? That could make an interesting plot. It would be fun too.

    OOC: Why not? :)



    IC: Sirencall nodded brightly. She felt quite energetic and happy this morning. Maybe it's because of Pumastorm. A growing smile crossed the she-cat's face as started toward the edge of SnowClan camp.

    Pumastorm smiled and followed. She smelled the air for prey. Soon she caught a scent of a mouse. She began to follow it.


    Ooc: Do you have an ShadowClan cat?

    OOC: No, I RP Sirencall there, but she's still an apprentice. But over here, I still have another she-cat.



    IC: The dark ebony she-cat padded a little way off, and within a minute or so she caught on the scent of prey.


    A thrush. Sirencall smiled inwardly. Her mouth was beginning to water already.

    Ooc: Okay


    Pumastorm crouched and crept up on the mouse. It was nibbling on a hard nut. Only a few tail lengths away from the mouse was a thrush. Pumastorm tensed and got ready to pounce.

    Sirencall, on her own trail, finally found the victim she was after. With a swift cock of her head to make sure she wasn't noticed, she leaped into the air, and landed on the thrush. Killing it with a swift bite, she heard the quiet snap!, and ginned inwardly, certain that her prey was truly dead.

    The mouse scurried away with a squeal of fear. Pumastorm followed swiftly. She caught it soon and killed it with a swift bite. She padded back to Sirencall with the mouse in her mouth. "Good catch," She mumbled to Sirencall through the fur. It sounded more like, "Mumph Numph."

    "You, too!" Sirencall grinned broadly when she nonchalantly flipped the dead thrush over. "Want to hunt some more? Or do you want to get these back to camp?" The ebony she-cat questioned, grabbing the thrush in her mouth.

    A large tabby entered the clearing, yawning. He blinked, trying his best to stay awake. He glanced around, feeling a bit warm under his long, shaggy coat. He sighed, shaking grass and moss out of his pelt. He hated being warm. It was so uncomfortable. He shook his head, sighing. Right now, he had to wake up. The tomcat padded towards the fresh-kill pile, hunger biting at his rumbling stomach.


    Ashprint grabbed a mouse from the pile, trotting back to where he was before, his legs aching as he unwillingly stretched them. He sat down, tail wrapped protectively around his large paws, digging into the mouse. He quickly finished it, yawning, although this time out of boredom. What was there to do?