Rook blinked his eyes open. The air was damp and mist floated around like a thin blanket of clouds. Rook stretched and yawned. He pricked his ears and looked around for Don. He slipped out from under the bush but could not see Don. Rook frowned. Then a shape appeared, trotting towards Ron. 
           "Morning sleepyhead," Don said, his mouth full. In it was clamped a large pigeon. 
           "Good morning," Rook said, impressed. 
           "Nice catch, right?" grinned Don. He put down the bird. "Eat it." 
          "How 'bout you?" asked Rook, licking his lips. His stomach grumbled for breakfast. 
            "I've already eaten a mouse," Don said. "Eat it quickly and let's go." Rook nodded. The ground was cold as he settled down and sunk his teeth into the pigeon. The morning ground was covered in dew and Rook puffed out his fur to fight off the chills running through his body. It was getting colder and colder. Soon, it would be autumn and then winter. Rook hoped he would find his family before winter. He didn't know how they would survive in the harsh weathers of winter. 
            "Done yet?" sighed Don, licking his paw. 
             "Almost," Rook assured Don, his mouth full. He gobbled down the rest of the pigeon and got up. Shaking himself, he nodded to Don. 
              "Let's go," he said. Don nodded and got up. 
              "Which direction?" Don asked. 
              "Uh," Rook cringed. He looked around, he could not see far enough. "I don't- I don't know..."
              "It's alright kid," Don said with a small smirk. "I know where we are. Follow me." Don trotted off into the mist and Rook rushed after him. Rook followed Don in silence and managed to cover a lot of ground. As the afternoon came, Rook felt his legs burning and his whole body ached to lie down. The mist had finally lifted and Rook could see the forest in the distance once more. As they made their way down a grassy hill, the rushing of water reached Rook's ears. He pricked them and hurried down past Don. He reached a small creek with clear trickling water. With a small smile, Rook bent down and started lapping at the water thirstily. Don was by his side a moment later, doing the same. When they were done, Rook sat down and let himself catch his breath. 
             "Time for a break?" asked Don. Rook's stomach rumbled in response. "Hungry already?"
             "I'll hunt this time," Rook told Don. He didn't want Don to think that Rook could not do anything. He would contribute just as much as Don. Don shrugged. 
              "Sure kid. Be back before dark though," Don said, settling down in the cover of the grasses. Rook nodded. 
             "Of course. We could still cover a bit more ground," Rook said. "It's a break. Not an overnight stop."
             "I think it'll be better if its an overnight stop," Don disagreed. "Look ahead. There are only large fields left to go. Imagine camping there. No water. Let's stay here and tomorrow we'll cover all those fields and we'll reach the tip of the forest." 
              "Ok. If you say so," sighed Rook. 
              "Yes I do. Now go hunt," Don ordered. Rook rolled his eyes but set off. As Rook made his way through the grasses, his mind wandered. He thought about his parents and perhaps, a sibling. Maybe a sister. He wondered what they were doing. If they were alive. If they missed him. He didn't miss them especially. He had never met them. Although.., he did wish he had a sibling. Somebody to share all his secrets to, to grow up with, to play with, to do everything with. A cat that would have his back no matter what. Shaking the thoughts from his head, Rook concentrated on his surroundings. Not far off, he heard the flutter of wings and a moment later, he spotted a bird flying away. Letting the bird go, Rook crouched down. He felt a slight movement in the ground. Rook pricked his ear towards where he thought it was coming from, his tail low and still. There was a short scuffle. Rook crept forward, keeping his shoulders and head low. The grasses pushed against his face. Finally, he felt the presence of prey in front of him. Rook was not sure whether it was a mouse or vole. He did not care. Taking a deep breath, he burst through the grass and swept his unsheathed paw out to where he had sensed he creature. There was a mild squeak and out of the corner of his eye, Rook spotted a blur of brown. In an instant, the vole had gone. Rook cursed himself and spat on the ground. He continued his hunt. 

Rook padded to Don, his tail down and feeling extremely exhausted. He did not know how Don had managed to hunt a pigeon and a mouse in the early morning. Clamped in Rook's mouth was a measly mouse that had already been injured. Don was curled up and looked up when Rook settled down beside him. Don raised his eyebrows. 
            "Tell me that's not all you got. You've been out for so long," Don grumbled. It was true. Rook hadn't noticed, but the sun had set and stars sprinkled the sky. 
            "Don't," Rook huffed. "I don't want to talk about. We can share." Don gave a low laugh: 
            "That'll barely be enough for you," he pointed out. "Anyways, when you didn't come back after an hour, I went hunting myself. Got myself a nice plump squirrel." Rook gave a low groan. He could almost imagine the squishy fat squirrel. 
             "And I got you this," added Don, pushing forward a fat vole. Rook's heart leaped. 
             "Thank you!" he exclaimed, pouncing on the vole. He gobbled it up hungrily then looked down at the mouse. 
             "Do you want it?" he asked Don. Don shook his head. 
             "I'm full," Don said with a satisfied smile. "Go ahead." Rook ate it, it was not very good, it tasted sickly and stale. 
              "Thanks," Rook said, curling up into a ball beside Don.
             "No problem kid. Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to hunt if you want. When I'm gone, you're gonna have to hunt," Don mumbled sleepily. 
             "Don't say that," muttered Rook. 
             "I am going to be gone one day," Don retorted. Rook opened an eye and saw Don smiling in the dark. 
             "Not a day soon though," Rook replied. 
             "Hmph. I am old," Don assured.