He's in camp, waiting for the patrol to leave, but now he's stalking you. And can I get in the competition?))
"Blacktail!" Called Swiftheart a couple more times. He went to chek the Warrior den. He poked his head in. No, not there. His claws slid out, tearing up bits of grass. Where was the cat? He backed out of the den, and turned around. He did see his sister Runningsong lying on the grass with Leopard spot. Did the she like him? Swiftheart shook his head. Focus! He said to himself. Your looking for Blackktail, not meddling in your sisters love life. He padded back towards the entrance, seeing even Hazepaw had gone. Probably off causing trouble. He decided to hunt alone. He padded out into the lush, green forest. It was a beautiful day, birds singing and such. Hearing a slight sound in the underbrush, he crouched. Creeping forward slowly, he was able to make out an average size squirrel. His tail almost touched the ground as he stalked forward. SNAP! He cursed himself as he stepped on a twig. The prey bolted, but he was hot on its trail. One... He picked up speed. Two... He crept even lower to the ground. Three! He pounced landing his front paws square in its back. He gave it a breaking blow to the neck, picking it up in his jaws. He buried it beneath a tall oak. Ironically enough, it was the one the poor creature was aiming for. He looked up in time to see Beachpelt pass by. "Hello!" He called in greeting, walking beside her. "Going to the stream for a drink?"
Who won?))