Trouble ~ Bear 'n' Whisp

The black-and-white splotched tom opened his yellow pigmented eyes, blinking the sleep away and giving a large yawn. His teeth shone ivory in the dull morning light. Standing, Shrikeleap let himself bend his front into a stretch, the male's back swaying and hind raised. Then, giving his body a good shake, the tom-cat flicked his tail and padded out of the den, the new light filling Fireclan's clearing.

"Ahh, what a morning." He mumbled quietly, a half-smile adorning his face. Giving the fresh-kill pile a sidewards look, the warrior saw it could use some replenishing. Maybe a good hunt would be nice. The male thought to himself, his orbs gleaming. Shrikeleap always liked to hunt or exert himself in the morning. It was a nice way to wake oneself up. And, since the fresh-kill pile wasn't as full as liked, hunting seemed like a good option.

Hmm, should I take someone with me.. He wondered while passing a look over to a couple of she-cats. But, the warrior tom soon opted that out, deciding he could better impress the females by bringing in a large stock; the hunt consisting of just him.

With a smug grin and a last glance at the nearest female, Shrikeleap padded to the camp entrance. He stepped through, careful not to let anything prick past his fur and into his skin. Once just outside, the male began to think of where the best hunting spot would be for that morning.