[font=georgia]The smooth, soft blades of grass sprouting from the earth was cool and rather ticklish underpaw. The horizon was a brilliant cerulean with splashes of color here and there, and whisps of clouds covering the sky. Some of the Sun was covered by one of the very few nimbus clouds floating up above. A shape swerved his way through the trees, it's grey-brown and black coloration blending well with the towering trunks.
Smokepaw slightly tilted his head back and parted his roseate maw, tasting the air and wind for any signs of rodents or birds. Catching a strong trace of squirrel, the apprentice broke into a quiet trot, yellow eyes scanning the area, when he finally spotted the fluffy grey creature, nibbling on a seed while rested atop a tree root. The tom crouched down slowly, eyes focused in on the fluffy rodent.