//BeaverStep//
BeaverStep took long creeping steps along the forest while his stomach fur gently brushed against the ground. He had a clear sign of concentration across his face. "What was that?" he thought when he suddenly heard a small noise. He turned swiftly to look around. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing else he kept on going. "There it is again" he thought and finally saw the bird. BeaverStep turned completely so his whole body was facing the critter. The warrior took calm and light steps towards the prey until he was close enough. He leaped and raced after the bird, but that day he had very bad luck. He had a good position and he was completely concentrated. His mistake was that he miss calculated the length between him and the bird. "Foxdung," he hissed quietly under his breath as the bird flew away.