The sun was shinning in the sky, reflecting off the river and off smooth stones at Sunningrocks. There was little breeze and visibility was fantastic, making it the perfect day for hunting in the area. The quiet shuffling of voles could be heard as they dashed about, and birds landed frequently for a cool drink. Wailingstream had brought with him Tornpaw, an apprentice, he'd played with as a kit to this bountiful place.
He'd always viewed her as a younger sister of sorts, never really seeing her as anything beyond that. But she was growing, almost a warrior, and no longer looked like the kit who he found adventuring near the river. However he keep such thoughts to himself, pretending that he didn't notice how the she-cat was becoming a beauty. She'd never be interested in a older cat like me, he thought bitterly to himself. He'd once tried to court Tigertail, but that courtship ended in embarrassment for him when she refused and moved on. Thus he kept everything to himself, and decided that he wouldn't act on his growing interest in her.
"Well, it looks like no one is going hungry tonight." He spoke to Tornpaw, eyeing a crow that had landed for a drink. While he preferred to catch fish, if he was in Sunningrocks, he figured he'd try go for the crow.
