Oakenclan
"Who knows? But it will be fun to find out," Stormclaw said, picking up the pace slightly as they entered the forest.

Cloverclan
Stormpaw nodded his agreement sharply, and turns to trot through the exit of the den. "We need every bit of prey, so don't scare any off," he warned.

Shadow suppressed her annoyance the two male cats, deciding to prove to them that she could hunt instead of snapping at them. It was more mature, and more effective too. She would make them eat their own words.

Marshclan
Pinefur yawns, stretching and walking out into the clearing at a lesiurely pace, although he was ready to spring into a run if the need arose. He saw Mossfur shooting from the apprentice den and chuckled slightly to himself. "Mossfur," he called, deciding to go hunting.

Oakenclan
Ashpaw was still thinking. "But what if we can't get along? I mean what if they don't like me?" She meows looking for prey.

Cloverclan
Tribalstripe rolls his eyes not happy to have to take the females with them.

Locus filled the males making barely a sound as to not give a reason to be yelled at.

Marshclan
Whisperwhisker nods. "I would love to have him as my apprentice." She meows looking the kit over. "Come along then Sagepaw we have much to talk about."

Mosspaw runs over to his mentor. "I'm so sorry!" He meows.

Oakenclan
"You had the same worry when I took you to the clan, didn't you? And you get along with the cats of the clan. You'll be fine," Smokeclaw said, relying on her scent of smell to find prey.

Cloverclan
Stormpaw leads the way towards the forest edge. He growled in annoyance as he saw Shadow dash off into the trees suddenly. "What is she doing now?" he asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

Shadow catches sight of a rabbit hiding under the bushes, and dashes off, pouncing on it. She breaks its neck in a clean blow and carries back to the other cats, looking in contempt at the two males.

Marshclan
"No worries, I had some business to attend to anyway," Pinefur replied. Not explaining that 'business' simply meant that he was resting himself, and helping a new kit slightly.

Oakenclan
Ashpaw nods. "I'm just worried..." She grows silent as she catches sight of a large woodchuck crossing the trial ahead. "Let me get this one." She says crouching.

Cloverclan
Tribalstripe hisses some. "Lucky shot.." He meows.

Locus was gone as well, listening for the prey.

Marshclan
Mosspaw sighs. "Good I was afraid I had missed hunting!"

(Do you want to be one of the special cats?)

Oakenclan
Smokeclaw nodded, crouching too, so she wouldn't disturb her apprentice's prey.

Cloverclan
"Sure, whatever makes you feel better," Shadow shot back sarcastically.

Stormheart almost laughed at the female's smart alek answer. Instead he turned and darted into the bushes.

Marshclan

Pinefur turned and trotted out of the camp exit.

(Sure!)

Oakenclan
Ashpaw sneaks around so the woodchuck could not hear her then pounces. But the woodchuck had seen. It rares up pawing its paws in the air, cutting the she cats skin making her bleed. Ashpaw cries out as she lands clawing at the rodent.

Cloverclan
Locus returns to the others a sparrow in her mouth. She spits it out along with the feathers. "If you asks me I think us females have the advantage here."

Tribalstripe hisses, turning to find his own prey.

Blotchedstar limps into camp a single rabbit in his jaws. He was having a hard time finding the prey he knew the lake side had, and his bones had begun to hurt.

Marshclan
Mosspaw follows ready to prove himself.

Oakenclan
"Are you alright?" Smokeclaw asked, loping over to Ashpaw at the sound of her pained yelp.

Cloverclan
Stormpaw almost jumps in surprise as a kit creeps from the bushes in front of him, a small baby bird that had obviously fallen from it's nest in it's mouth. The kit backs up, arching it's back and attempting to hiss around the bird in it's mouth. "I mean no harm," Stormpaw called gently. "Where are you from?" he asked.

Marshclan
Pinefur sniffs the air and turns towards the lake's shore. He hadn't picked up many prey scents in the forest.

Oakenclan
Ashpaw did not hear her mentor over the sound of her battling the woodchuck which refused to give up.

Cloverclan
Tribalstripe soon finds a nest of fat nice and catches a few for the clan.

Marshclan
Mosspaw follows not knowing if they were to find food today. "We could always try fishing."

Oakenclan
Smokeclaw leaps over, and bites the neck of the woodchuck, twisting her head and killing it. She drops the woodchuck. "Are you alright?" she asks.

Cloverclan
The kit drops the bird, standing over it protectively. "I'm Snapdragon," she says, glaring at Stormheart. "Relax, I won't take your bird. Do you have a home?" Stormheart says gently. "I'm was kicked out of the two-leg place, so no," Snapdragon replies, relaxing a slight bit. "Why don't you come with me then?" Stormheart asks. "What are you talking about?" Snapdragon asks suspiciously. "I live in a clan, with multiple other cats," he replies, smiling. "A clan?" Snapdragon says, her guard dropping a tiny bit, just enough for Stormheart to see her interest. "It's a group of cats that protect each other, split all the prey equally, and live together," he explains the best he can. Snapdragon snapped her guard back up. "I suppose I'd like to see this clan," she replies.

Marshclan
"Yes, but most of the worth while fish are too deep for us. We could try the stream though," Pinefur says.

Oakenclan
Ashpaw licks her side where she had been cut. "I'm fine." She growls a bit annoyed that the other cat had such an easy time killing the woodchuck.

Cloverclan
Tribalstripe waits for his friend the mice at his feet. What was taken him so long? Had he gotten into trouble?

Locus climbs a tree playfully, chasing the squirrel that had gone up to its best. "I'm goin' to get ya!" She purrs as she climbs.

Marshclan
Mosspaw nods. "Let's try the stream then. Anything to put food in the pile."