(Thanks for accepting me, And I'm making Prince, Oreo's brother. If that's alright)
Lillystone padded into the clan's main hunting grounds after her adventuring around the territory. The slim she-cat flicked her tail lightly with each paw-step she took. Her bright green eyes scouting for any prey. Her ears flicked, listening to the forest around her. Suddenly Lillystone came to a stop, her eyes looking around and her ears flicking in a direction. There was a bird somewhere, too injured to take flight to the save haven of the tall trees which most cats never dared to go.
Lillystone crouched down as she found her target, it wasn't very big but the bird would make something nice for an elder or apprentice. Readying her-self, Lillystone slowly made her way towards the bird, sure it couldn't fly but it may run fast. Lillystone launched her-self at the bird, landing just before it, the bird gave a squawk, trying to flee. The young she-cat gripped the bird and bit down on the neck, killing it easily. The she-cat sat there for a minute before picking up her kill and returning to camp.
Once in camp the she-cat set the bird down on the fresh kill pile, and turned off to lay down under a near by tree that she favored.
Red wandered the forest, after his hunting he'd tired and eaten his kill. "This is the life." He said as he went into his hidden den. "No one to help. No sharing food. No nothing." he said with pleasure as he laid down on the on the newly laid leaves that made his nest. The young red fox gave a smile as the sunshine cracked it's way into his den though the roots of his tree. "Once I wake up I think I'll mess with some clan cats...." Redtail said as the fox zoned off into a light sleep. He closed his brown eyes and curled up in his fluffy ball of warmth and fell asleep quickly.
Prince balled a yawn as he woke from his soft kitty-pet nest. He didn't care if the cats in the forest though that being a kitty-pet wasn't living. Prince didn't mind. He wasn't an outdoorsy cat anyway. He'd rather stay inside, enjoy gourmet food and sleep in a lovely bed with a roof over his head. Yet he didn't understand how his sister, Oreo liked being outdoors. All that's out there is dirt, mud, bugs and nasty things. In his home it was clean, nice and overall better than the woods where those cats that call them-selves warriors live. Prince leapt from his bed and trotted to the food bowl, his name written in nice handwriting, Prince. After a few bites Prince decided that he may as well get some fresh air.
The young tom exited the house and followed the stones in his back-yard to the fence, where he jumped onto and perched his self. Prince gave off purrs as the sun's rays of light hit his soft and newly combed pelt.
