The forest is thick, and full of Brambles.
Rosepaw-*pounces on a mouse* "Got one!"
Frostflower-*pads along with the patrol*
Sandfeather-*hooks her claws in a bird's throat* "Here is one for the fresh-kill pile."
Lionstar- *pads in and sits down, watching for prey*
Breezesong swiftly bit down in the throat of a pheasant.
Lionstar- *shakes his head, remembering when Flightstar stained the forest with blood*