"Keep your mouth open for prey scent," Bluestar meowed as they padded through the forest "Try not to be noisy."
Fox kept her jaws from touching each other and tasted the air.
"I smell something," Fox whispered "It smells warm... and like hay."
"That is the smell of barn mice," Firestar mewed "They come from the farm over there."
He flicked his ears towards a place where the trees dispersed. Fox could just make out the red house surrounded by fences in the distance.
"So how do we catch them?" She said, turning to the starry cats.
The white she-cat saw a small flash of brown in the bushes.
"Do what I do," Firestar whispered "Put your feet down softly and don't let your tail swish the grass."
Fox crouched like the ginger tom, watching how he placed his paws. She kept her tail from moving around, even though she was very excited. She stopped when Firestar stopped, and bunched up her hindquarters. The starry cats didn't have to tell her what to do next. Somehow, Fox knew to jump. She pounced in the air and landed on a furry shape. Fox bent down and bit into warm flesh. She felt triumphant as she heard the snap of its neck.
"Well done!" Firestar praised.
"Now we must thank StarClan for its life," Blustar said solemnly.
They dipped their heads and closed their eyes.
Thank you, God, and StarClan, whoever you are, for this prey.
When Fox opened her green eyes, they were gone.