Hunt With Me

[Birdsong]

Birdsong raced through the underbursh, breathing hard. She was just on the heels of the hare when, with a startled squeak, it picked up speed and disappeared. Birdsong slowed and flopped down on her side, gasping to regain her breath.

"Mouse dung," she mumbled finally, sitting up.

She then got to her paws again and padded over into the shade of a large tree. There she settled down and began picking clumps of dirt out from her claws. The warm afternoon sun heated the air, but in the shade it was nice and comfortable.

Birdsong sighed after a while and rolled onto her back, gazing lazily into the branches above. Life was good, she noted happily. She was a loyal warrior to her Clan, she was Spruceburn's mate, and the threat from MoonClan had passed. Yes, life was good.

She sighed again, this time reluctantly. She couldn't just lounge around all day; she had to get back to hunting. Taking a deep breath, she drank in the scents around her. She picked up the scent of a nearby Clanmate and instantly rolled onto her paws, but relaxed again when she recognized who it was.

"Hello, Spruceburn," she purred.

[Spruceburn]

Spruceburn poked his head through the bushes when he heard his name, a mouse clamped in his jaws. He would know that voice anywhere. He burried the mouse carelessly and walked over to Birdsong, a purr risng in his throat. The tabby tom padded over to her and rubbed his muzzle against her's. It was not having someone flinch when his face just happened to brush their's. '' Catch anything yet? '' he asked Birdsong as he sat down beside, his muscles rippling under his pelt as he stretched his legs. He remembered when Birdsong was bigger than him. That hadn't lasted long though, Spruceburn had quickly outgrown his mate who was a few moons older than him.

[Birdsong]

Birdsong licked Spruceburn's forehead and purred lovingly. "Only a little bit. I think most of the prey has gone and curled up to sleep, it's so warm out." She sighed and looked out across the small forest clearing, scouring the far undergrowth for any signs of prey without really caring if she found any. The day was too nice to spend the entire time hunting, anyway.

[Spruceburn]

Spruceburn followed Birdsong's gaze into the forest, '' Yeah, it's really nice out for leaf-fall. This'll probably be one of the last nice days before new-leaf comes. '' he murmured, thinking about the forest when it was swelling with life. All the leaves bright emerald green and prey pretty much walking into your paws... Now the forest was painted yellow and orange and every paw step made dead leaves crunch scaring prey away. '' Why should we waste this nice of a day hunting? '' Spruceburn grumbled to himself, not caring if Birdsong heard.