The white she-cat with patches of black, swerved around, thistles, bushes, and trees, swiftly, halting to a stop, stirring up leaves. "I swear. If anymore loners, roam on our hunting grounds..." Stoneheart paused, shaking her head, in disapprovement, at the loners, roaming. "...I will cause some damage to them. We can't be having them, eating our prey. It just makes prey more scarace." She sighed, glaring at the loner, before turning, around, and pouncing, swiftly onto a shrew, as water shrews, scattered around in the stream, nearby.