Heatherfrost brushed past her sister affectionately, touching their pelts gingerly together. Her folded ears slicked back for a moment as she breathed in the afternoon air. The thought of roaming the territory with one of her littermates was a pleasant one, especially with the innocent aura of Rapidfire. While most cats whose brains were filled with soft and downy thoughts were ones that the warrior looked down on, it was a special quality that she appreciated in her sibling.
As she pulled ahead, her feathery tail flicked in Rapidfire's direction, "I've been ready for moons." Despite what some cats might have been used to, there was no venom or malice in her voice, only contentment. The day was pleasant, and for a moment, there was no reason to worry about anything other than enjoying their little hunting patrol. Bright eyes scanned the moor as her maw parted and the warrior dashed out into the open fields.
There was a flash of gray-brown fur just in the distance, right as she scented the hare. A target. Without hesitation, Heatherfrost raced forward with her paws barely touching the earth. As soon as she was close enough, the gap was closed and the prey was being swiftly killed by a quick nip of her teeth. This thing was huge! A contented smirk crossed her maw as she drug the limp creature back over to Rapidfire and spat it out on the ground, "What did I tell you? Ready for moons, dear sister!"
Heatherfrost attempted to catch a hare. It is.... a success! [-3sp]
