Thread:The Roleplay Zone/@comment-34411796-20190823145021/@comment-37529955-20190828225933

(Ok, time to see how bad I am at this)

Birchstrike padded towards the nursery with a mouse for Russetblaze in his jaws.

Foxfur padded behind Briarthorn, tasting the air for prey. He and Briarthorn were on a hunting patrol, along with Mistpaw.

Briarthorn froze, then flicked her tail towards a clump of ferns, where a strong mouse scent was hovering.

Mistpaw got into the hunting crouch and crept towards the ferns, hissing when a branch snapped under her paw. ''Fox-dung! How does ThunderClan do it?'' The mouse darted out from the ferns and shot into it's den, at the base of a tree.