I'm on the prowl, now [Closed for Acrylic]

Miraclepaw scented the air, trying to catch the scent of any prey, but she couldn't quite distinguish any scents yet. This was her first time out hunting without her mentor, so she was determined to impress. So, she walked further away from the barn, where the scent of Thunderclan wasn't clouding her senses. Soon enough, she caught the scent of a bird, which she managed to take down quite quickly. As it happened, it was the first time she had managed to catch a bird-- usually, they fluttered out of her grasp. So, she waved her tail triumphantly, looking around to see if anyone was nearby.

"That was a nice catch, Miraclepaw!" Wishpaw's voice came from the foliage. Out she came from a bush. A shrew was dangling from her jaws. Hunting alone was a lot more peaceful in Wishpaw's opinion. She knew that nobody was watching when she messed up or stumbled.
"Do you think I could join you? Cloverpool doesn't like when I'm out alone." She said.
And maybe it'd be a chance to befriend another apprentice. She thought in her head.

Miraclepaw purred, pleased by the praise. "Thanks." She mewed happily, "Abd sure! Hunting together will be more fun." Miraclepaw didn't know Wishpaw all that well yet, even though they were apprentices together. They both kept busy, and Cloverpool didn't take them out together all that often. Now though, Miraclepaw thought, could be the chance to get to know Wishpaw better! "What's the easiest kind of prey for you to catch?" She asked, tilting her head, "For me it's squirrels, but birds are really hard."

"Really? Birds are pretty hard for me too, but shrews and voles are the simplest. There's nowhere for them to hide on the moorland!" Wish paw said, smiling. She knew that the Abandoned Barn was near WindClan, ThunderClan's allies, which meant that there was mainly moorland and less foliage than ThunderClan's original territory.
"So, do you have a favorite spot to hunt? Mine's a small little grotto that's west of the barn, it's literaly one of the only places with trees around here."

Miraclepaw nodded. "Yeah, I like that place too," she mewed, "it's the best place for squirrels! I wish we had a river here, that would be my favorite place." Miraclepaw had never seen a real river, but she had heard them talked about. They sounded beautiful, and Miraclepaw had vivid imagery in her head of clear, sparkling water flowing between bright green reeds and pebbly riverbanks.

Wishpaw blinked, imagining a river as well. She then thought of RiverClan, one of the Clans that had taken over ThunderClan's home. Wishpaw barely ever hissed or growled, but a slight, quiet hiss could be heard coming from her.
Trying to drop the subject, Wishpaw picked up her shrew and flicked her tail, "Well, come on," She said, her voice muffled by the shrew in her jaws, "The prey isn't going to wait for us to catch it." She finished, padding off into the undergrowth.