The Wild

[Flamefur]

Cloudwhisker stalked quietly and lightly through the short grassland and the moors. He pressed his bright white fur against the ground, remembering his mate Dustpaw and the kits she had the night before. Mythkit, the small cream colored she-cat, had came with him to be a loner on the borders of ThunderClan territory and the others, Enchantedkit and Fallenkit, had moved to be with their mother.
The white tom was excited. Now he would see Dustpaw every night. He remembered seeing her as a kit and then apprentice, but his training had been so active and well done that his warriorship ceremony was before hers. But she was almost ready.
Pouncing and killing the rabbit he had stalked, Cloudwhisker gathered the prey he had caught and padded back towards the den where he and Mythkit lived. He would give her ceremonies, as he didn't want her to stay a kit forever. She would be an apprentice in a few moons.
"Mythkit! I brought some prey!" Cloudwhisker dragged in the plump rabbit and a couple mice that he had caught, dropping them far in to the den.

[Midnightstar]

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the large rabbit.
"Yum!" She purred, pouncing on the dead prey. She dug her claws in-as well of her face, and by the time she was done all her muzzle was covered in blood that stood out well on her white coat. She licked her lips greedily and curled against her fathers side, sleepy. Closing her eyes she fell asleep.

[Flamefur]

Cloudwhisker let out a calm purr. He knew that RiverClan had been great to him, but he was bound by too many rules. He wanted to be free, and this was his life.
The white tom sunk his teeth in to a plump mouse. Ever since Dustpaw had been his mate they had taught each other many skills such as different battle moves, hunting skills, and many more things.
He fell asleep by his daughter's side.