Berylmist, Poppypaw, Fallingswoop, and Ashpaw were at hunting patrol early one sun-high. Berylmist had wandered deep into the forest, following the scent of a rabbit. She eagerly opened her mouth to draw in the tasty scent of prey. The clan had been running low on prey ever since the first snow fell.
Berylmist padded on further until she reached a clearing. It was the Rainbow Pool, frozen all over. She took a glance and spotted a small tuft of fur poking out of the bushes. She sniffed. Rabbit.
She crept a little closer until she was a tail-length away from the creature. She leaped, her claws extended out. Her body whipped through the bush and she felt flesh beneath her claws. And she heard a cry.
Berylmist looked down. And there was a small tabby kit crouched underneath her body. Berylmist immediately started licking the wounds she caused on the kit.
"What clan are you from?" she meowed.
"W-What's a clan?" the kit whimpered.
Berylmist grabbed the kit by the scruff. "I'd better get you to Spottedwing." She carried the small kit all the way back to camp.
(btw, this was during the battle. please continue in the medicine cat den)
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