As the sun set behind the mountains far in the distance, small insects came out. Crickets and such, rubbing their back legs together to make a soft, calming rubbing sound. The silence, besides the crickets and frogs, made you want to sleep, to lay down and dream sweet dreams. To all but one cat. Duskpaw. She was awake and she was staring out into the forest. She longed to be out in the open sky, longed to fly away, never to return to the clan that seemed so arrogant.

With a sigh, Duskpaw's tail drooped and she walked back to the den and lay down, curling her tail around her body. She closed her eyes and settled down into a mild sleep. Something wandered intno her dreams ad unsettled her...

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Silverbirch watched as the sun set and then crept out of camp. It was great for him, to be out in the night time, just hunting, creeping around and gathering prey. He was a seasoned warrior, but he had done this since his apprentice days, sneaking about, trying to feed the clan. He had never gone farther than the Old Wilow, but this time, he crossed that line. He scnted the scent markers, but just before, he had rubbed himself in fox dung inside the hollowed out tree.

He hunted, catching his fill and then returned back to his clan. No one would find him. He had covered his tracks and plus, what did it matter if he stole prey, Skyclan was getting on his neveres with all the powers and arrogance of them. He sighed and put the prey on the prey pile before washing himself down in the river and going off to the den...

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((Coming))

Applefang trotted towards the prey pile with a small grunt. He looked dissapointingly at the pile. It's almost empty, he thought. Better go catch some prey. He met up with his sister Shadepool and the both slipped through the entrance and went out to catch prey. The split up and stalked seperate ways.

Applefang was intent on a pheasant. Look at how big it is! he thought joyously.He stalked towards it. Luckily, he was downwind of it. He darted forward quickly and killed it with one swift bite. He buried it under a dead aspen tree. Applefang caught the scent of a fat vole. He followed the scent and found it. He stalked it, unnaware of the scent stalking him. He burst throught the bush, caught and killed the vole, then turned around.

"Fox!" he screech. The fox was skinny. It lunged for him, but he was too fast. He jumped un its head and bit the back of it's neck. The fox rolled over, crushing Applefang. He lept up and he and the fox clashed again. Shadepool ran to help Applefang and jumped at the fox. They, all three of them, writhed on the ground and Shadepool broke free.She stared at Applefang and the fox.

The fox let go of Applefang and ran towards Shadepool. Shadepool and Applefang jumped onto the fox and they bit his neck and throat at the same time. They could feel the fox's enegy fading rapidly, so the bit down harder. The fox eventuallty died, and Shadepool and Applefang both yowled triumphantly. The tood the fox back to camp and set it in the prey pile. Applefang went back to collect his vole and pheasant. Shadepool got her sparrow. The went back to camp and set the rest of there catch in the pile.

((ooc; my non ooc is in lightblue with a black highlight, and ooc is in green with dark blue highlight.))