~Stormfang~
Stormfang yawned, sitting up. She looked around and was jolted awake once she realized she had fallen asleep while on patrol. Finding a nice, comfy, sunny clearing was apparently too irresistible.
Hoping no one had known she had taken a nap, Stormfang got her wits together and shook out her fur. Immediately, the feline tasted the air. Sparrow! She dropped into a hunting crouch and began to stalk towards the source of the tantalizing scent. Once getting close enough to the bird, she pounced. Nipping its neck before it could make a warning cry, she set the freshly killed prey down.
Right away, she was able to catch the scent of a squirrel. Spotting the tiny mammal scavenging for its own food, Stormfang quietly creeped close. Pinning it under her paws in one swift leap, she quickly ended its life. Stormfang made a silent thanks to Starclan and bounded back to the sparrow.
She headed towards camp, the two pieces of prey in her jaws, breaking into a run once the faint scent of fear met her nose. The white and gray warrior burst into camp, seeing what appeared to be a meeting. She dropped the prey on the pile and padded over to Shadowpool. "What's going on?" she softly mewed.