morning time (mintfeather needs a tom)

[mintfeather]

mintfeather awoke in the morning before the sun had rose she padded out into the moorland and sighed "i really need a tom" she mewed to her self sitting down to lick her chest. She looked around, no other cats were up yet. I'll go hunting, she thought to herself, creeping up to a rabbit. She lounged forward, but had misjudged her leap, falling short of the rabbit. she imediatly got back up and chased after it, but she was too late, it had already made it to it's den. mintfeather checked the scent in the air "fox" she gasped smelling it's fresh scent, and more than one too she thought, turning, back. she paused, should she drive it out alone, or get help. This could be a chance to prove her loyalty by getting rid of them, but it could do serius damage if she messed up.

[fleabittengray]

Wakin gup slowly, the massive tom-cat raised his head. Without standing, it still grazed the tops of the dens. Quickclaw, the newly named warrior of WIndCLan, stood slowly to his paws. He had been her for just about one moon, an dhe was now thirteen moons. A young warrior, but highly skilled adn vastly mature.

Onc eoutside the den, the tom-cat stood to his full height. A whooping foot and a half to is shoulders and two feet long! Waving his foot long tail, which aded up to make him three feet long, he set off out of teh WIndCLan camp. He had caught the scent of another cat, and hoped that maybe he could make a friend.

Eyes as blue as the sky searched the land, and laned on a young she-cat. HE padded over to her but stopped as the scent of fow nearby. He looked around quickly, but didn;t see it. He despretly hoped that the camp was okay!

Massive claws wer eunsheathed in advanced as again Quickclaw scanned teh land before him. He saw a movement of red, an dlaughed. This fow would be no match for him! He had fought bigger things back home!