Moons Later...
Crystaleyes pounced on a mouse, killing it with a bite to the spine. Looking around, she scented the rest of her patrol not far off. It was leaf-bare, and hunting was getting harder and harder for those who couldn't blend in with the snows well. Crystaleyes's black-and-white tabby markings made it easier for her to hunt than her best friend, the younger tom named Firepelt because of his flame-colored pelt. Burying her catch with a small water vole she'd caught earlier. Even though she'd caught something, it would hardly be enough to feed the Clan, seeing as the fresh-kill pile had been empty since yesterday. Sooner or later, WaterClan would have to leave the watery forests they knew best to find new territory before every cat starved.
"Crystaleyes! Did you catch anything good?" Flamepelt asked as they made their way through the snow piles to the camp in the lake-side.
"Just some skimpy mice and an equally skimpy water vole," she muttered around her catches. Flamepelt boasted an owl and two mice. The owl nearly tripped him as they made their way down the slope. Only by walking next to him was Crystaleyes able to keep him on his feet down the slippery, watery slope to camp. Inside, no cat stood still. Warriors and apprentices alike were rushing in and out of camp in hunting patrols and a few border patrols, queens and kits were walking around camp, and elders were hobbling around, hoping to be given a duty by the deputy or leader, who had both just gone on separate patrols.
You could see every bone in the cats' bodies.
As the two young cats set their catches down, the two queens came over and took the two mice Flamepelt caught and shared it with the four starving kits. One of the apprentices came over and took the owl to the elders, while another took the vole and waited for the other two to come and share. Crystaleyes's four mice would have to feed all seven of the warriors and the deputy and leader. No cat would be full for a good many moons to come.