ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Harrierwing
ᴀɢᴇ; 20 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; She-cat
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Warrior
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; None
ғᴏʀᴍ; Here
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; Oakstripe,
Sealfur
She followed the other cats happily, hoping they'd come back with a large haul of prey. Though it was green-leaf, it had been a little difficult to keep the fresh-kill pile well stocked. The Clan was growing quickly, and there were many mouths to feed. They went deeper into the forested area of the Clan's territory. It was cooler here than out on the sands of the beach, and it felt nice to be in the shade.
She looked forward to where Oakstripe and Sealfur were walking. She happened to glance at Oakstripe when she saw her sniff the air. Harrierwing's curiosity peaked.
"Do you smell something?" she asked. She hoped it was prey.
ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Falconleap
ᴀɢᴇ; 20 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; She-cat
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Warrior
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; None
ғᴏʀᴍ; Here
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; Tigerstep
She was about to go back to trying to break into the shell, but Tigerstep asked her a question about it. She pushed the mussel over to the deputy.
"It's a mussel," she told her. "Tasty once you get in them, but the shells are a pain to break." She demonstrated by scratching at the top of the shell. It left scratch marks, but she was nowhere near getting into the thing. She remembered how easily her father used to get into them. She didn't miss those days.














