Sunheart
Careful... careful now, Sunheart silently chided in his mind. Silent and still as ever, the warrior crouched, the only sign of life was the slow sway in his tail, a quiet blink of his watchful eyes, and the slow rise and fall of his chest. His eyes stared at the figure of a small thrush. It's pale gray and brown molted colors blended well with the muddy ground, but it hadn't taken Sunheart long to find it. While small, it would be a good source of food for a kit or a small cat. Slowly, the orange tabby inched forward; his paws barely skimming the ground as he slid forward. The fur of his belly brushed the small stems of grass.
Almost there...! The bird suddenly jerked as its head snapped up, beady eyes wide open. Sunheart tensed as he heard a distant brush rustle. The bird crouched, and with a strong flap of its wings, it flew away, only barely escaping Sunheart's teeth. Small pale feathers scattered through the air, some clinging onto the cat's fur. Mousedung! Slightly annoyed, the warrior leaned back on his haunches and waited. His tail lashed back and forth, but he forced himself to calm down. His ears twitched as he heard the rushed breathing of another creature. Briefly he opened his mouth, scenting who had interrupted his hunt.
Sweetpaw.
A light sigh escaped him, shaking his head to himself at his young apprentice. Any annoyance he might have had left him. It wouldn't be hard to find other prey; frogs were plentiful in the swamp, that was for sure. It wasn't as if Swampclan had a shortage of food anyway, but it wouldn't have had hurt. Nonetheless, his whiskers still twitched in a bit of amusement. Curiosity filled him as to why Sweetpaw seemed so excited. She was young, quite naive, and easily swayed, especially only having just earned her apprentice name. Naive, yes, but still a kind soul. It was hard to be annoyed with her, let alone actually be angry. She would learn though, that Sunheart was sure of.
Finally she reached Sunheart, her eyes shining brightly at finding him. Inwardly, Sunheart took note to make sure to later talk to her about leaving camp. While she was an apprentice, Sunheart hoped that little fact wouldn't get to her head. He had mentored a few apprentices in his time, and had many more to come. In his experience, some thought being an apprentice was essentially being a warrior, but they still had a lot to learn. Not only that, but apprentices, Sweetpaw especially, was still small. Apprentice or not, he would remember to mention not to go rushing out of camp without a warrior with her. A cat her size would not last long against a swamp snake, or Starclan forbid, an alligator.
"Hi!" Sweetpaw exclaimed to him. Her normally sleek, white fur was sticking to her body from the splashes of mud that painted her body. Her paws shifted on the ground, likely from the feeling of the mud, he guessed. Sunheart picked himself up from the ground and turned to her, his whiskers twitching in amusement at her obvious enthusiasm. He flicked his tail in greeting, "Hello, Sweetpaw. Excited about anything in particular?"
((I'm not sure about y'all, but I don't enjoy roleplaying with someone who posts longer posts. XD I'm so easily intimidated, so I can lower the size if you guys feel uncomfortable with it. That includes you as well, Peeta, and whoever joins us with the "searching of the new prey". Just let me know! c:))