Whispertail pounced on a scrawny looking mouse, killing it instantly. She raised her head and scented the air, finding traces of vole, rat and squirrel. She was having a lucky day already. Now all she needed to do was catch them. Her ears pricked up as she heard a faint scratching, and saw a small tail flicking behind a tree.
She crouched down, crawling on her belly towards it. Moving silently. She couldn't risk losing it. She pounced when she was in range, only realising when she was in mid air, that it had spun round to face her. It bit her on the nose, making her want to cry, but she pounced and fought with the rat instead. She killed it and grabbed it in her jaws, running back to camp and putting it, and the mouse, onto the pile.
As she didn't want to be shouted at by her leader, she ran straight back into the forest, continueing her search.



