EAGLESTRIKE
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Eaglestrike bounded through the undergrowth beside Redpool, pads tingling as they touched the frost ground. The air was crisp yet dry and with the wind, it was very cold, despite the layer of trees that served as some protection. His paws tingled when they touched the frozen earth and soon, they had reached the clearing. Even though prey was slowly becoming more and more scarce, he could almost always manage to catch something here; even a measly mouse made all the difference. His stomach rumbled quietly at the thought. It had been quite some time since the last time he ate something that wasn't frozen solid.
The tabby tom pivoted to face Lightpath, who had offered to hunt with him. He nodded. "Sure, let's head this way," He crouched down and crept towards the edge of the clearing, flicking his tail for her to follow. He couldn't smell anything yet, but he didn't want to scare anything away that could still be hiding from him.