The forest was dark although the sun was shining brightly, but the tree leaves were blocking out any of its rays. Fireheart was watching a mouse that was slowly eating a seed. The wind was against him, the scent of the mouse made his mouth water. Fireheart slowly made his towards the mouse crouched in a hunting crouch that he had used for many moons and he was about to use it once again. In a swift motion he pounced onto the mouse and with his teeth and a swift bite he ended the mouse and returned to his clan.