It was late evening, Sorrelstar was resting off to the side of the camp. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy along with Otterfoot, a fellow queen. Falconheart had been sending off patrols all day. He was just about to order out the last hunting patrol. "Creekfrost, Marigoldclaw. Take Reedclaw and Firenose with you to hunt before the last rays of today. The queen will be kitting soon, possibly tonight." He commented.

Halftail and Thistlepaw had been out all day, searching for herbs. They had come up with a small pawful of yarrow and catmint. They'd need catmint for the upcoming winter. They'd also need to work on finding a source of water, the closest streams would surely dry up with the hot weather so close. {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 05:32, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Creekfrost had been dozing beside the warriors den when Falconheart's voice called his and his sisters name. He jumped to his paws, eager to get going. He looked around for Marigoldclaw. "You ready to go?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 05:36, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

The red and white tabby stood, stretching slowly before she joined Reedclaw and the young Firenose. The tabby tom was notorious for his pranks and was almost instantly protected by his aunt, considering his aunt was Sorrelstar. She was curious what her bratty kits would be like. "Sure, whatever." {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 05:41, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Creekfrost joined the group. "Where will we be hunting?" he asked, hoping he'd have a chance to climb in some trees, catch a bird or squirrel. He liked being up high. He wanted to catch a lot of prey for Sorrelstar and Otterfoot. If they are that close to kitting, they'll need plenty of food to keep their strength. I wonder how many kits they'll have! New kits were always so exciting. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 05:46, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Reedclaw barely glanced at the young cats, he motioned for them to follow him as he trotted out of camp. "We'll hunt along the border with HoneyClan." He said. He gave each young cat a stern look. "Respect the border." He said before he disappeared into the brush, scenting the air. {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 05:52, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Creekfrost felt mildly annoyed that Reedclaw had to remind them to respect the border, but got over it as soon as they left camp. He playfully nudged Marigoldclaw. "I bet I'll catch more than you." —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 05:58, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Marigoldclaw rolled her eyes and flicked her paw when she stepped in a puddle. "I highly doubt that." {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 06:01, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Creekfrost stuck close to her side. He always worried he was too clingy. "Yeah, you're probably right. You've always been better at everything," he said, not feeling bitter about that. He admired Marigoldclaw and thought she was one of the best warriors in the Clan. I wish I could be a little more like her. But that's all right.PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 06:05, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Marigoldclaw scented the air, there she tasted the mixed scent of HoneyClan and BayClan. They were nearing the border. She could also smell the stream that ran through the border. She could either fish or find the water and land creatures to hunt as well. She moved to take a crouched seat beside the stream, her eyes staring into the water. {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 10:47, June 20, 2018 (UTC) </div>

Creekfrost split away from the group, scenting the ear, keeping his ears pricked and alert. He wasn't a big fighter... the smell and sight of a lot of blood made him dizzy, which in turn made him wobbly in a fight, so he usually got beaten up very nicely. But hunting was different. This was the one of the few things he felt he could do right. In his opinion, the best places to go were in the branches of a tree, or out in an open field where he could run like the wind after his prey. He picked up the scent of a shrew and felt a little disappointed. Shrew's were quite small, but it would work. He prowled closer to the scent, until her heard small scuffling in the undergrowth up ahead. He tensed and once he saw the flash of it's pelt, he sprang, bringing his paws down on it's shoulders. It let out a shrill shriek before he cut it short as he snapped it's neck. Not my ideal prey, but oh well. I'll find something bigger.PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 14:52, June 20, 2018 (UTC)

Marigoldclaw remained crouched by the stream until the shadow of a salmon appeared, the fish to be lazily swimming by. She remained still for a moment more before her paw curved into the water, claws extended to snag the fish. She was successful, the fish flopped onto the earth and she gave it the killing bite before she crouched down once more as another headed this way.

Reedclaw had split with Firenose, the young tabby still had a lot to learn but he'd earned becoming a warrior since the death of Pinefur. {{SUBST:Minkclaw/Sig}} 12:30, June 21, 2018 (UTC)