a sunny day (open)

[lightningstar]

Bramblefeather padded through the grass looking up at the sun squinting and purrs happily as he felt the warm sun on his fur. Looking around he padded to a good spot crouching and checking for any scents for some good prey running around. "Hmmm i really hope there is some prey that dumb bet i made not to eat for a few daays made me really hungry" he thought to himself.

[splash]

Amberpaw had escaped camp early that morning, green eyes annoyed. When the mousebrained Shrieks had split them into clans, had they tried to torture them? ThunderClan cats were too darn nice. It drove her insane. And so she had left early.

Not that it was early now. She'd stayed out of camp until it was almost Sunhigh, the time of the moment. She'd caught a few pieces of freshkill, but, she'd been pretty much hiding in the shade as much as possible. She'd only started hunting recently and her two victims were clenched in her jaws. She'd eaten that morning and had no want to eat again for a while. She'd caught a small mouse and a plump squirrel, both had two small holes in their neck where her teeth had ended their lives.

She'd began to head back toward camp, if only to drop these off and make a quick exit again, when she almost walked into Bramblefeather. Seeing he was in a hunting crouch, the she-cat snorted slightly. "There's no prey out here. Too warm. It's all in the shadows." The she-cat meowed, like a mentor correcting their apprentice. She could smell a few stale prey scents in this clearing not the thick abundance that had been in the forest, under the canopy of trees. None of the rodents they would want to eat would come out into this blaze. She rolled her eyes. This was a mousebrained place to hunt, in her not-so-humble opinion.

Amberpaw hadn't entirely stopped walking, just slowed, head twisted over her shoulder to see what he would do. She often didn't give cats advice. Repeating any of her training with Sirat make a cold chill snake up her spine, even in weather like this. But, it had come naturally to tell him, too. He might as well know that he wasn't going to catch a piece of freshkill in the sun today.