Moonlily had simply accepted her place among the territory of Skyclan, always wandering about. Even if it meant never stepping paw into her Clan's camp except for the occasional meal, or the rare ceremony that she needed to attend. There was just so much to the territory, and she had found her place in making a nest and small den of her own not too far from the camp's walls. It meant she perpetually could guard them, able to alert to threat before threat even reached their doorstep.
But as time passed, so did the need for food. The changing of colors of the many leaves that dotted their territory signaled the need to begin stocking up on food sooner, rather than later. Leafbare would be unforgiving, that was a guaranteed, so the need to give to the Clan as much as possible was in her cards. She'd briefly dipped her head into camp, to call to her Clanmates that they could join her, before setting off. It wasn't hard to find her, she was a large molly with extremely thick, fluffy fur. So as she found herself among the trees, she waited for a particularly quiet spot before sniffing the air.
Birds were plenty this time of the season, and it wasn't hard to find one that found its way to her nose. It didn't take long for her to track it down at all, having been a seasoned hunter, and a quick sprint up the tree found the bird dead in her maw. A good catch, one that would be definitely to her benefit as she carried it with her down the tree, finding a place to put it for safekeeping.
Moonlily attempts to catch a bird. GG ez. -3 SP
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