Silverwish trotted out of camp alone. She wanted to hunt, but also to be alone, away from the busy hustle of the Warrior's Den. She old mentor brushed past her, garing at her, and Silverwish increased her speed, not wanting to be reminded of her Aprentiship-hood.
She raised her muzzle and closed her eyes, sniffing the air. Her nose crinkled and she scented a mouse, not too far from her. She pressed her silvery body to the cold forest floor, and held her tail still. The only part of her that moved were her green-gold eyes, flicking from side to side. She located the mouse, a small rustling not far from here. Her attention switched when she noticed a pidgeon. They were much less common, and would feed more cats. It was grooming its feathers, oblivious to the threat of the hunting cat.
Silverwish crouched lower, so her fur brushed the hard ground. She put one paw forward softly, slowly shifting a little of her weight onto it. She then moved a back paw, again, so slowly, so gently. She continued, edging up, til she could almost taste the juicy meat on her toungue. She licked her lips, and the slight movement made the pidgeon hop a few feet. She contiued to stalk it, and it continued to hop away.
After a long time, she got close enough, lowered her hind-quaters, and pounced, landing squarely on top of the bird. She snapped its neck quickly with her teeth, and hopped off, examining the bird. Looking up suddenly, she realised she had gone a long way. There was a wall behind her, but nothing else she could recognize. Panicking, she glanced up, only to see another cat. She didn't recognize him, and she crouched protectively over her kill.