No Thank You[SOLO]

Mistwalker strolled up the stream that came from Skyclan territory. His paws would not leave prints, and hopefully he'd washed off his scent. This way, he was less likely to get in an ugly fight with an apprentice. And the water was nice and cool, too, a slight layer of mist above the surface of the water in the dawning light. It was peaceful, for sure. Just how he liked it. He stepped up onto a rock and started grooming himself. The sun slowly rose, burning away the mist, but retaining almost a chill in the air- Leaffall would come soon. That was for sure. He'd heard the stories, though. A starving clan. That wasn't going to happen as long as Mistwalker was alive, and Oakstar wouldn't let it happen either. He knew his father was a good cat, and a better leader. Much unlike that abominable Tinystar, or the strict Torrentstar. Much like Finchstar, Oakstar was kind, and though caring about the Code like the Starclan-loving cats they were, showed kindness to those who needed it.

He was interrupted by a growl coming from his stomach. Hunger... of course. He needed to hunt. But in Skyc- oh, who cared. Who needed to be restricted anyway? He leaped off his rock into the tall forest. He was so exposed....? A squirrel! He moved downwind, and caught it with little trouble. No thanks to any "Starclan". He munched it down and heard movement. He had to leave. It was easy to maneuver his way back to ThunderClan territory discreetly due to the surprising lack of bushes and underbrush. What an odd place to live.