[.hunting in the snow !!

[[.final.fire.]]

[.Finalfire.]
[.take me down to Paradise city.]
[.where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.]
[.oh, won't you please take me home.]

[/color]

Crouching, stalking, creeping... Finalfire placed one gentle step one after another. The brown mouse paid no attention to it's orange puffball of a pursuer, and continued to gnaw roughly on a tree nut.

One swipe and the mouse was dead.

Holding the brown shape in his mouth, Finalfire looked around quickly before burying his prey. Good job, Final, you've done it again, he thought as he scratched behind his ear, fluffing uphis already-fluffed fur.

Finalfire had always been a puffball. From the first time he felt his mother licking his fur up, it seemed like it stayed that way. Thankfully, he wasn't always known as the small orange furball with amber eyes. No, he was too busy known as the best tom flirt in the clan; the one with all the friends.

And how had he gotten here? Pure charm. His cute, if not dashing, looks and playful, friendly attitude even added she-cats as his friends. The new warrior put a paw to his face, grooming some freshly-fallen snow off his face. It had just started to snow; it was a light coating, not one to find shelter from but one to play with your friends in.

I probably need to go back to camp, Finalfire thought idly, the mouse getting cold at his paws. He picked the small bundle up again in his mouth and started back towards camp.

A few paces back, he remembered that his other prey was behind the next tree. Digging up the bundle with relief that the prey was still warm under the earth, he commenced to find a way to carry all three pieces of prey. He ended up with the squirrel and mouse in his mouth and the other mouse below his chin. He looked around, hearing a sound. Is someone else in the snow? hthe new warrior wondered. I could play a game or two while the snow is still thin.

[/color]