The forest stirred gently under the golden blush of dawn , a hunting party of two early cats searching carefully throughout the grass. Rows of sunlight pierced through the leafy canopy , casting dappled patterns on the cold grass below. The trees stood tall and silent - the ancient oak wrapped in moss and morning mist , while birds called softly from their hidden perches , their songs weaving through the hush and silencing any patter of you or Cinnamonmist’s paw steps.

From beneath a bramble bush , a tiny brown mouse darted out—its nose twitching , whiskers quivering as if on a search of its own , black eyes wide and alive as ever. It scampered across the forest floor , weaving between mushrooms and fallen leaves , each blade of grass towering above it like a miniature jungle. If the clan wasn’t so low on food you would both stare in amusement and watch the young critter live it’s fuzzy little life.

But unfortunately it was this mouse’s life or the kit’s in the nursery.

A flash of silent grace—low to the ground , all muscle and precision , sleek and mottled like the dappled light itself , stalked through the underbrush. It was Cinnamonmist - her eyes locked onto the tiny creature as it moved.

The mouse paused , looking around as it heard the softest of crunches from beside it. It went to move , to scurry away—

Too late.

With a swift leap and a soft thump , the feline landed , pinning its prey with one outstretched paw. The forest stilled , as if holding its breath. Only the rustle of leaves and the fading tremble of the grass betrayed what had just happened.

Of which a very happy she-cat excited the brush with a mouse between her jaws. She dropped it at your paws and her tail almost wagged as if a dogs.

“ Told you I’d get it. “

Cinnamonmist purred smugly , as happy as ever to have caught something for the clan.