Night Wind gazed up ahead at the looming, sharp peaks, smiling slightly. The mountains was a dangerous place, far too dangerous for cats of low spirit. But there was a risk to everything. Night Wind was quickly approaching 40 moons, having nothing to give to his tribe other than his loyalty and bravery. He never had found a mate, for there was no one suitable for the black-and-white tom, his brother was a rogue and as far as he knew, was many miles away and had scorned the life of living with others. His green gaze locked to the horizon, smile fading. His only family member left was out there, thousands of miles away from where he stood. Ears twitching, he never thought that he would think of his brother, Talon again. They were no longer on the same path and yet had the same ideals. Of course, Night Wind knew that he was probably far past his moons of being young and fool-hardy, willing enough to do anything for a lover. Although the idea of fathering kits was appealing to him, he had no interest in it now. Far too busy with being a deputy, he had to look after his tribemates, and constantly prove his loyalty to the tribe time and time again. He was an outsider, still treated as such, but he was willing to accept it. He glanced over his shoulder to Crag Peak, green eyes darkening for a few moments. He knew Crag Peak had no mercy for outisiders, although he could understand the young cave-guard's aggression.
Crag Peak scowling, his paws slipping upon the rocks. He wished he was a prey-hunter, or at least lean like one. Instead he had gotten his father's muscular, large body. Tail twitching, he muttered to Night Wind, "I'm fine, keep going. The border needs to be checked." The gray tom glanced up as Night Wind nodded and leaped forward easily up to the top closer to the border. Crag Peak muttered curses under his breath as he continued his way forward, using his claws to steady himself, all the while looking for the shadow of eagles.
Shell Whisker's tail twitched as the young cat watched his sister in nervousment. He was well aware that Shadow Moss took risks, and was headstrong and stubborn. A combonation for trouble as he put it. His orange eyes widened slightly as the black she-cat had pounced suddenly, landing upon a snow hare. The hare struggled, wiggling its way out of his sister's paws, immediately, he darted after the prey, claws unsheathed as he pounced. The breath nearly got knocked out of him as his claws snared in the hare's neck as its hind legs smacked into his throat. Coughing he hissed, "Shadow Moss!" A black pelt flashed past him and quickly the hare was killed by a quick blow to the head and neck. Both young cats looked in triumph at their prey, tails twitching, eyes gleaming in pride.
Wild Fire had watched the hunt, impressed at the two young cat's skill. They worked well as a team. The dark ginger she-cat smiled in approval, "The tribe is lucky. We have two more skilled prey-hunters." Her ear twitched, knowing Night Wind would be proud that the prey-hunters were advancing.