On the Hunt

Reedheart stalked among the sedge, sniffing for any sign of mice. The ShadowClan cats' pride and arrogance got on his nerves, but he didn't have the heart to make them eat fish. The other Clans tended to avoid them like the plague. He doubted that they'd be able to hunt for themselves here anyways. Reedheart kept low to the ground, tail flat, as he saw a mouse. It seemed to occupied with a seed it was nibbling on to notice him. It looked thin and scrawny, but it was the best that he'd be able to manage in Leafbare. With a small smirk, Reedheart quickly began to stalk towards it.

Suddenly, though, the sound of leaves being disturbed came from a few tail lengths away, as a cat sprang at the small mammal. He had a beige pelt and a white underbelly, and he seemed Reedheart's age. He landed on his prey impressively, killing it on impact. Of course, due to his lack of scent, he didn't know of the cat until he turned to him, the mouse dangling from his jaws.
"I'm sorry." was the tom's immediate response. He didn't want to give away his weakness, but how would he get out of a situation as stealing someone's prey because he didn't detect them? Suddenly, though, after examining the Riverclan cat, he grew less tense. "Oh, it's you. It's been a long time, erm..." he started, the name of the cat on the tip of his tongue. What was it? Redpaw? Rowanpaw? Deadpaw?

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"Reedheart." he finished, but he couldn't keep some of the irritation out of his voice. He nearly had that mouse! Reedheart forced his fur to lay flat. "It has. I'm finally a warrior now." The RiverClan warrior tried to search for something to say.

How's the prey running?

Fast, probably away from bloodthirsty rogues.

How are you?

Terrible, just got chased out of my territory. Weren't you paying attention?

Nice catch!

Thanks, I just stole it from you.

Reedheart decided to keep his mouth shut, praying to StarClan that the awkward situation would sort itself out.