Quietly, Vixenclaw watched the forest surface, waiting for something to hunt. The woodland area was still, while she laid in the shadows.

Then she heard it.

She made out the rustle of a little, innocent bunny poking its tiny head out of a bush.

Quickly, Vixenclaw started to shift into her hunting stance. The rabbit was suspecting nothing, as she crept toward it.

But she had to be foolish enough to step on a twig.

The rabbit knew what was happening now. He quickly began to dash off.

Vixenclaw raced after the rabbit, in rage.

After chasing the rabbit for a long distance, she decided to head back to camp, when she heard a rustling in the tree above her.

She froze.

The cat smelled unusual, but she knew she had smelled it before.

Rouges!