{j.ust}be [stealthy] ;; l ii k e |a| hunter [open]

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There was hardly ever a day when the deputy of RiverClan chose to hunt in the wetlands instead of the stream, yet here she was, low to the ground, trying to stay as quiet as possible as not to scare the tiny vole away. Such minuscule rodents were always so easy to catch, but also easy to frighten. If they had bravery as some other creatures, such as snakes or hawks, did, they would be so much easier to kill. Really, the gray she-cat was not in the mood to be running around, chasing a small piece of potential fresh-kill, but if she decided to go fishing instead, she would've been subjected to the heat, which, no doubt, would've made her task more difficult.

So here she was, slinking across the marsh, her claws unsheathed and her jaws slightly parted, her blue eyes trained on the tiny rodent. Suddenly, a bird flew from a tree across the flowing river, alerting all the prey it was there by chirping loudly. Pebblestream saw a variety of rodents, as well as other small animals, scurry across the wetlands and into various holes and minuscule dens, clearly frightened by the bird. "Stupid ThunderClan apprentices..." The deputy muttered under her breath. "Can't they do anything right?" Any prey left must have been deaf or stupid not to flee, so Pebblestream let out a quite meow before padding over to the river's edge and jumping down to the banks. Her rough, pink tongue moved across the water's surface as she lapped up tiny bits of the cool liquid, causing tiny ripples to form where it touched. After a few seconds, she lifted her head and looked around, suddenly feeling the slightest bit lonely.

She should've taken a patrol with her.