It ran across the street! [Shadowclan intruders]

[Elmo]

The white and black tomcat of Shadowclan poked his head over the brush, green eyes narrowing over the flat lands of the moor. Seeing no cat he smirked, leaping over his hiding spot and trotting carelessly about. He wasn't alone of course, a few other Shadowclan cats had come with him to do some... illegal hunting. But what did it matter really?

Their clan was large and it was hungry, not only that but there wasn't much to find in the swamps this time of years. Rabbits were a bit harder to catch but certainly more filling then a frog.

[•• hawky]

Creeping past her clanmate, Dreamcatcher glanced around warily, mouth open to taste the Windclan air. The stench was everywhere and the Shadowclan warrior had to stop herself from scowling.

Soon they'd be out of here with pawfuls of moorland prey, which would feed their kits and elders much better than a measly frog or lizard. Sinking her claws into the ground, the tortie glanced at the patrol leader and gave him a nod.

[Blackstar, right?]

[coffee]

Completely unaware of the ShadowClan trespassers, a small white WindClan she-cat by the name of Lightheart crouched low to the ground, intently eyeing her prey. She knew that if she waited too much longer the rabbit would no doubt sense her and take off running. The small she-cat narrowed her eyes and took a step forward, not realizing that there was a group of ShadowClan warriors close by.

[Elmo]

[No, this is a warrior, naming him Waningmoon]

His smirk was dark and filled with anticipation, even as he returned his clanmates nod and whispered, "lets find us a rabbit." He crept out from the brush, stalking low across the moor in search of prey. Anything really but he was hoping they would get lucky and get something big and plump.

[•• hawky]

[Alright. c:]

Scenting a nearby Windclan she-cat, Dreamcatcher fell silent and tapped Waningmoon's shoulder with her cream-tipped tail. She then pointed to the white warrior that was stalking a rabbit.

[hummingbird]

appearing over the top of the moor, circustrail followed behind his clanmate, tortoiseshell fur standing out against the pale green of the grass. twitching his sharp nose, he scented fresh shadowclan scent on the wind and frowned, his vivid amber eyes critical. flexing strong shoulders, the tom followed his clanmate onto the moor beside the shadow clan border and watched as she stalked the rabbit, his senses now turned to the hunt.

[Elmo]

Well so much for hunting their own rabbits. With these scrawny cats hanging about they'd have to move on or wait until they left. The black and white tom gave a tight nod at his clanmates warning, crouching back down into their hiding spot.

"We can wait until they leave," he meowed.