Hunting (main thread)

Thunderpelt slunk through the shadows, looking for decent prey to pass by. He spotted a sparrow pecking for worms and dropped into a crouch. He sprang akwardly, pinning the bird's wing down. It flapped under his weight and tried to peck his paw, but he gave it a messy bite and it stilled. He thanked StarClan, picked up his catch and padded back to camp.

"Hello Thunderpelt." Silverstep mewled in greeting to her Clan mate. The she-cat wasn't the warmest, nor was she cold unless angered.

"H-hello Silverstep." Thunderpelt mewed, his voice was muffled by the feathers of the sparrow. He wasn't the easiest cat to know because of his shyness.

"Nice catch!" She complimented him, noticing the sparrow hanging in his jaw.

"Thanks, but it was really sloppy." Thunderpelt meowed, looking down at his paws with his voice still muffled.