Ashpaw crouched in the snow. A pigeon called as it flew closer and closer to the StoneClan apprentice. Ashpaw leaped up high into the air, grabbing the bird and bringing it to the ground. Holding the pigeon in her mouth, she dug a small hole in the snow and dropped the fresh-kill in to keep it fresh to take back to camp.
The sharp cry of a hawk echoed through the mountains. Ashpaw waited. She knew that if the hawk dropped it's kill then she could get an easy meal.
Soon another hawk flew over and tried to steal the other bird's prey.
Eventually, Ashpaw saw the hawk's kill falling. The great birds had dropped whatever it was into the snow. As she got closer to where the catch had landed, the strong scent of blood hit her like hail. But as she went to pick it up., she realized that it wasn't a mouse, or a rabbit, or even a bird.