Talk:StreamClan/Roleplay/@comment-24740423-20141220203835

Duskwhisper's nose twitched, and her turquoise eyes darted over to a small grey mouse that had its back turned to her. Immediately the black-furred she-cat crouched and slowly crept toward the prey, her eyes focused only on that. Then she leaped and killed the mouse with a sharp nip to its neck.

Satisfied, she carried the limp fresh-kill over to her half-brother, who looked at the mouse with his ears pricked.

Inigo mewed, "That was a great catch, Dusk!" The silver tabby blinked at it. "Is it for me?"

Duskwhisper nodded and dropped the mouse at his paws. "Yes."

"But you caught it, and it's yours!" Inigo protested, his bright eyes wide. "I can find something, don't worry!"