⋆Shortpaw:
The dapper young tabby tom, sat alone, as usual just out side of the apprentice den. His wide green eyes watching the world around him, though not seeing it. His eyes were glazed, and his attention focus on what lay with in his head rather than than which lay out side. His attention was caught however, as a large yellow butterfly flew by struggling in the sudden burst of wind. He watched as it landed, spreading out it large graceful wings, almost doubling in size, and then shrink again as it folded them up.
He smirked, as he felt his muscles tense. He would catch the butterfly, and play with it, as he had seen many others do. He could be a normal cat. He would be a normal kitten. He crouched for only a moment, knowing his prey's rest would only be momentary. He stared at the creature and then lept, with all his might picturing the kill with pleasure. Reality struck however, as he fell his oddly large feet catching the ground causing him to spill to the earth rather ungracefully several feet from his intended target. He let out a large 'humphh' and after regaining his wind, watched as the large butterfly took off - not even hardly aware of the apprentices existence.
✮Blacktalon
Far from the unfortunate Shortpaw - the large black she cat sat at the fresh-kill pile. Blacktalon eyed all of the dead prey animals appraising which one would serve to be her morning meal. She settled upon a fat ground squirrel and picking it up moved away from the pile. The sudden burst of wind caught her as she moved away, and sent a shiver down her spine. Oh how she hated winter. The seasons never seemed to ask, or care about her opinions though, as leaf-bare came and went followed all to shortly by leaf-fall and then leaf-bare. Every year, always the same carrying her hated with it as it came, and went. She sighed deeply, and then moved back to the warrior den to consume her meal.