Patrol (open)

OOC: Everyone seems to hate Creammist and Meadow.... Maybe I should kill them soon...

IC:

Creammist felt a pang in her chest when she heard Whitepaw acting so cold. But she brightened up when she saw her best friend. "Hello, Salmonstripe!" she purred.

Creammist opened her mouth and breathed deeply. The smell of mice met her scent glands. She flicked her tail at the patrol to tell them to be silent, and she crept forward towards the scent.

After she stalked about five fox-lengths, the cream she-cat spotted a rustling sound in the reeds up ahead. She dropped into the hunter's crouch, stalking toward the rustling. When she was about three tail-lengths away, a pink nose poked out from behind the reeds. Creammist waggled her haunches, keeping her tail low and making sure she was upwind from the mouse, and leaped, landing square on the mouse's shoulder.

As the mouse squeaked a warning full of fright and confusion, another mouse darted out from between the reeds as Creammist snapped the first mouse's neck. The second mouse was dashing towards the rest of the patrol. "Someone grab it!" she yowled.

OOC: Topaz, I think we know this topic is not called 'I Hate You'. We know this is a patrol. Cats are allowed to argue and debate on a patrol if we patrol at the same time. And that's what we're doing. So please stop trying to control us - and our cats. We already agreed that we'd make a topic for Creammist and Whitepaw. So, you don't need to tell us to do so.