POV Feather
I waded in the river, watching for the familiar silver flicker of fish scales. When it appeared I flicked the fish out of the water and bit it to kill it. I then began to eat it. I went back out of the water, walking on my well-worn trails through the reeds. I soon came upon a duck's nest and stole one of the eggs to eat later; though I had to be very careful not to let it crack between my teeth as I carried it. When I got to my den I was getting hungry so I gently cracked the egg and began to lick up the inside. After that I carefully washed my whiskers and face, trying to get off every drop of egg goop. I laid down in the sun, enjoying the warm light on my fur. The gentle trickling of the River was calming, and the song from the wind going through the reeds was pleasant. So calming and pleasant, in fact, that I didn't even notice the sound of pawsteps coming towards me. "What are you doing in our territory?" A voice asked behind be. I leapt up, my fur fluffed out, my teeth bared, and my claws unsheathed. I studied the other cat- a she-cat. She had gray colorpoint fur, with a few stripes on her face, paws and tail-tip. Her eyes were green and her ears were tufted. She let out a gasp. "Y-your a kit!" I rolled my eyes, no longer frightened. This cat wasn't even being hostile, they had just asked a question before. "Yeah? So?" I growled. "Where are your parents?" The gray cat asked, looking around. I sighed, my ears flat on my head with annoyance that this stranger had the nerve to ask me that. Calm down, Feather. The reasonable side of my thoughts tried to soothe me. There was no way she could have known... I supposed my thoughts were right. "Dead. Killed by a fox. Along with my brother." I hissed quickly. "I'm sorry..." the She-cat said, pity in her voice. I hissed again. "I don't want your pity! I hardly remember them anyway! I was only three quarters of a moon old for goodness sake!" The She-Cat took a step back, in surprise most likely. "How old are you now..?" She asked. "Four moons." I mumbled. "How..." The She-Cat trailed off in quiet shock. "How did I survive that long by myself? I taught myself to." I answered the question for her. "Come on, I think that Lilystar would like to meet you." The she-cat told me, beckoning with her tail. I rolled my eyes but obliged; following her.