Horses? {Shimmerpool}

Streampaw walked through the grass towards a fence that they kept the horses behind. He climbed up one of the poles and stares at the horses grazing and snoozing, unaware of his presence. But there was someone else there. The grass behid him crunched under paws as he turned around on the pole to meet his mentor.

Streampaw purred as he thought of the concept of him beating up a horse. "Only if you were there to help me!" He replied. Streampaw jumped down from the fence post and landed beside his mentor. "How have you been doing since the flood?" He asked, concerned.

Streampaw giggled as he daydreamed of the tale. What would horse taste like? Suddenly he was jolted out of his daydream by Shimmerpools reply. "Really?" Streampaw asked, worried. "Well, I hope she's ok. Who is she?"

Streampaw felt a pang if sympathy for Shimmerpool as he listened to her story. "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be found." He said, rubbing up against her body. "I hope we do." He mumbled softly. He walked ahead of his mentor and sat down looking at his paws.

Streampaw dropped into takeoff position. "Do I get bonus point is if bring back a Shadowclan cat?" He asked jokingly, not waiting for a reply. He took off towards the forest at full speed, silver fur shining in the sunlight. He reached the edge of the trees and stopped to sniff. His nose picked up nothing except his own excitment. He forced himslef to calm down and sensitivly wandered forward, searching for prey. Suddenly, the scent of mouse reached his nostrals and he stopped dead in his tracks. He crouched into a hunters position and crept towards the smell. A twig cracked under his paws as he lifted off the ground, alerting his prey. The mouse scrambled out from under a leaf and ran for cover. Streampaw's claws landed on the mouse's tail and quickly killed it with a bite to the neck. He looked around, hoping that Shimmerpool had not noticed the crack, but knowing that she probably had. He sighed as he dug a small hole to bury te mouse in so he could retreve it later.

Streampaw pushed the last of the dirt over the small mouse and started to search for more prey. He wandered around, sniffing the air and perking his ears. A second mouse scent bounced up to him. He took it in and determined it's direction, creeping towards it. A mouse, slightly larger than the last, was also on the hunt, looking for grains. Streampaw stalked it for a while, slowly getting closer one paw length at a time. Finally, he took off the ground and landed ontop of his new prey. His weight on the mouse broke it's tiny spine and Streampaw glowed inside. "Yessss" He purred, pleased this kill had been better than the last one. He started to dig the new hole, heart bursting with pride.

Streampaw smiled as he buried his prize and sniffed the air. 'Maybe I should get some fish.' He thought, wanting to show he could catch prey both on land and in water. He wandered around until he found a stream, not very big, but big enough to hold some fish. He sat over the water, making sure not to ast his shadow upon the water. Quick as a snake, Streampaws paw shot out and broke the waters surface. Unfortunaly, his paw came back up empty. "Mouse-dung!" He muttered under his breath. He moved upstream a few tail lengths and tried again. His paw connected with a small fish and Streampaw scooped it out of the water onto the stream bank. He killed it with a bite and savored the flavor in his mouth. He dug the third hole as he looked to the sky. "Hmmm..." He mumbled. "Time for one quick kill."

Streampaw pushed the fish into the hole and covered it with soil. "Ok, look for something impressive..." He mumbled, sniffing his way back into the forest. The sun was close to the middle of the sky. 'I guess there wasn't enough time.' Streampaw thought sadly, hanging his head. He trudged back and dug up his fish. He headed toward his first mouse when a smell other than fish faintly approched his nose. Streampaw set the fish down and started hunting the new animal, a vole. He spotted the vole and dropped into a crouch. He crept closer to his prey and got a good look at it. This poor vole had lost his eyes in a fight and was blind. Streampaw gasped inwardly as he looked on in horror. He tried to kill the vole quickly, but couldn't bring himself to kill the defenceless vole. He sighed and purposly stepped on a twig, creating an loud crack. The vole, hearing the twig, ran off into the bush. Streampaw sighed once again and retrieved his fish. He then collected his other prey and went to the meeting place, three kills in his jaws. He layer them out in an flat patch of grass, wondering if he was going to get in trouble for letting the blind vole go.

Streampaw breathed a sigh of relief when Shimmerpool didn't mention the blind vole. His relieved face turned into one of pride as his mentor praised his kills. "Thank you." Streampaw purred. He had nearly forgoten about the battle assesment until Shimmerpool told him it was time. He crouched in a battle pose and slowly drifted to the left, then bounced to the right and swung a sheathed claw towards Shimmerpool.

Ooc: Sorry about the wait. Final exams and such. :P

Streampaw quickly sidestepped Shimmerpools paw and jumped onto her backside. He tried to sink his teeth into the back of her neck - not enough to hurt, just enough to be felt.