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Bluewhisker twitched an ear before melting into the undergrowth, beginning to stalk a wide arc around their quarry. She recalled the hunting methods of WindClan patrols she'd seen and heard about, cutting off the rabbit's escape route.

Cloudysky waited until Bluewhisker was out of sight before he dropped into his own crouch, stalking toward the rabbit slowly. His whiskers twitched with excitement as he noticed how plump the rabbit looked, he had to stop his mouth from watering just from the thought of it. He glanced back at Honeydapple, making sure she was still with him as they approached from the other side.

Snowtalon
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Snowtalon grumbled to himself at her response. He was not a cat too keen on being bossed around, but this was Airhowl's patrol. He may have been her senior, but she was leading this outing. He'd obey her orders. For now.

Turning tail, the white cat scented the air, but was only greeted by rain and wet earth. All the prey would be hidden away, warm and safe in their burrows. If they have any brains. Padding along the stream, Snowtalon kept his senses alert for any movement or scents of prey. At least he had the advantage of his own scent being mangled due to the rain. If he blindly came across any animal, it'd take them both by surprise. He paused as the reeds ahead of him quivered. Speaking of prey. The brown body of a vole emerged, diving from one clump of reeds to another. Trying to get to shelter. Snowtalon guessed, slinking carefully after the rodent. He launched as the vole neared the stream. He couldn't let it jump in!

He pounced, but not quick enough. As he did, the vole plopped into the stream, Snowtalon splashing, ungracefully, after it. He hissed as the icy waters grasped him, hauling himself back onto the shore. "Mouse-dung." He cursed, shooting icy daggers at the running water.

(So sorry about my absence! Things should slow down some after the holiday)

Bluewhisker stood, the rabbit secure in her jaws. She padded over to Cloudysky and Honeydapple, setting the rabbit down by her paws and nodding to the two other warriors.

"We should go back now," she said. "We have enough prey."

Cloudysky nodded silently, following Bluewhisker back to meet with the others.

“Right!” Sprucetail called, quickly picking up his odd find, and carrying the large piece of prey in his jaws. He hoped that the Clan would be okay with trying some fish. It was practically given to him by Starclan at how easily he had found it!

Unaware of Mistyberry’s presence, Splashstone padded along the top of the gorge. Windclan’s moors stretched out from the tall ledge, whereas the border sunk down into the gorge as the river that cut through it. The waterfall rushed down below, and Splashstone found himself following the usual path down he took to get to the bottom of the gorge. He could tell the water was rushing faster than usual thanks to the rain, but he didn’t care much. Paws splashing on the bank, he trailed towards the waterfall, watching it color an inky grey from the reflection of the dark and cloudy skies.

Looking down at the water, he imagined himself swimming everyday as a Riverclan cat. Could he do that?

Stormsplash stopped in his tracks, water rushing over his paws as he ignored the cold chill in the air. If anything, the cold air felt good, numbed his body and distracted him from the knot in his throat. He looked over the Riverclan border, blinking in faint surprise as he saw the shape of a rather pretty silver cat with darker markings. He flicked his ear at her voice, not caring much anymore if he was talking to a cat from another Clan.

“I’m on my side of the border. Don’t worry… not here to take any of your fish, as much as I’d like to try it.” He mewed, voice tired yet non-threatening.

“Sorry to startle you.” Splashstone mewed, honest. “It would be a real problem if I was a prey-mauler. But, I’m just a cat.” He looked at Mistyberry for a long moment before he mewed lightly. “Did you come out here to just… think, too? It’s honestly the only place I can think, sometimes. You’re a Riverclan cat… is it nice, in Riverclan?”

“Well. Looks like you’ve found somebody who does know about this place.” Splashstone offered a small grin, before his face grew a bit somber once again. “It’s… okay. Windclan likes to argue amongst itself a about…” He trailed off, stopping himself from admitting about tunneling before he decided “silly things. I have my sisters, but… some days it’s all just too much.” He shook his head. “You can come out closer if you like. I don’t really care all that much about borders right now. I’m Splashstone, by the way. Though I’m sure we’ve passed eachother at gatherings.”

“One of the reasons…” Splashstone admitted, though he couldn’t help but watch Mistyberry move through the water. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, and yet it was the ease and strength in which she moved, how comfortable she looked in her element that really entranced him. He admitted. “One of my older Clanmates said some rabbit-brained things about an apprentice who didn’t deserve it. Made me not want to stay and listen to the older cats mutter about traditions and Starclan’s anger.” He grumbled, before he swallowed.

“You swim really well. Ah… I’m half-Riverclan. I don’t care much anymore who knows it, but actually seeing Riverclan cats swim, it’s very impressive.”

“Of course they know. My mother pretty much told them all so. Not by name, but.” Splashstone shrugged, the ache of missing his mother still fresh in his heart. “I guess a part of me feels like maybe I’ll be happier if I can understand that part of me better.” He sighed, clearly not looking very happy, yet trying his best to not sound pessimistic. “Sorry, I hope I don’t sound all mopey. I don’t want to ruin your alone time with my sap.”

Ears falling with genuine sympathy, Splashstone looked at Mistyberry and shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t think I could bear it if I lost my sisters…” The thought made his stomach turn. “I can see why you’d want to come out here, then.”

“Well… sometimes, blood isn’t all it’s cracked up to be anyway. Your sister is your sister, and that’s all that matters. I hope when you see her again one day, that it’ll be a great reunion.” Splashstone mewed, surprised by his own genuine honesty. While he had alot of anger and sadness about himself, he always wanted others to be happy. He shook his head. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. We can be sappy together.” He looked at her for a long time.

“So… what does a fish taste like?”