Things had been going well for the young warrior until things went wrong. He ended up in his first actual battle. All of the fighting had hit the clan pretty hard from dwindling supplies to actual wounded cats. It was been a rough time for the warrior and the clan. The fighting had finally been called off recently and the improvement of the clan had begun.
The warrior's ears swiveled around as he heard the sounds of a familiar small creature nearby. His jaws parted open as he breathed in the scent of the other creature. Squirrel. His brown gaze glanced over to his companion who seemed to have noticed the scent too. He flicked his ears a few times to her and they soon broke apart.
He instinctively dropped down into the crouch he knew so well and began to follow the scent. He kept his paw steps silent as he slipped through the forest undergrowth. The warrior soon made it to his destination and crouched down in place with the target right in sight. Glancing up, he could see the bright gre