The glare Curlyfeather shot Tansyheart carried more venom than an adder. She was the oldest warrior here, and she expected she could defeat any of the patrol members in a fight, not that she would ever need to do so. No cat here had to right to doubt her abilities. She once again lifted her nose to the air, scenting for her next catch. She quickly caught the scent of a frog, and traced it towards a puddle. Frogs were harder to hunt for her than mice, but her confidence had been boosted and she was pretty sure she could make this catch. Automatically, she shifted to downwind at the reptile's blind spot. What took more concentration was making sure there was an equal amount of weight on each foot. That was what always made noise that she couldn't hear. She took a few painstakingly slow and careful steps forward, fearing the mud would squish under her feet. She would never quite be able to tell now. Somehow she made it close enough to pounce. Her leap was a quick one, knowing there was no way to avoid making some sort of noise. The frog attempted to leap away, but her claws caught one of its legs and she bit down hard on the back of its neck. Proudly, she held up her catch, before padding over to where she had buried her last one. When she saw the rest of the patrol, she did her best to make it seem like to catch was nothing out of the ordinary, not a huge victory on her part.
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