Hazelpaw waited.Blue eyes locked on the little ginger she-cat nest, Crowpaw crawled at a slower pace after her, body low to the ground. He paused on the top of the rise, watching intently. She was around three tree lengths away, and he could just barely make out her pale pelt in the thick branches.
His gaze flickered rapidly over the moor, searching for a rabbit. A creature was hopping several tree lengths away from Hazelpaw's bush, nibbling on grasses and herbs.
And he waited.
He didn't move, merely watched Hazelpaw, wondering whether or not the CloudClan cat would go after it, or lay in wait.
Only time'll tell.
From her perch, she trained her focus to its every movement, down to the twitching of whiskers and flickering of anxious eyes.
The unwary rabbit took its time in meandering into range of its demise. Perhaps, somehow, it knew it only had mere moments remaining and knew to savor them.
But, finally, it seemed to be drawn in by a clump of luscious dandelion growing just beside the tree's base. If possible, its infuriatingly methodical lumbering slowed further as it approached.
Then she jumped.
Claws met skin. Teeth met fur. The hunted screamed. Oh, it screamed. Sure, birds and squirrels put up a ruckus, but nothing like this. Hazelpaw was quivering in agony when she fluidly flipped it over and exposed the shrieking mouth even further. The life vein couldn't burst between her teeth fast enough.
Ears ringing, she trotted over to Crowpaw and deposited her catch at his paws.
"Now you teach me how to do it your way."