The Eterna

The tom groaned, a small squirrel sitting at his paws the only evidence he'd been hunting in the first place. The prey had been scarce at best for a moon now, and the queens and elders needed more food than they had. He bit his tongue lightly, staring down the path towards Stone Island. It was dangerous, and the elders would moan about a stringy meal, but he couldn't bring just one measly squirrel back after spending half the morning out hunting. It was embarassing, and his siblings would never let him hear the end of it if he did. The large tabby male buried the squirrel nearby, being thorough to avoid foxes or other predators. If the clan was hungry, so were they; and they didn't need any more reason to get close to camp. It didn't help that clan's camp was a cave system, a good den spot for predators.

Hazelthorn moved away from the buried prey, and onto the path towards stone island. He wasn't too far away, but it was still a minor hike. Making it up the hill, he looked downwards through the trees, and saw the telltale stones peeking through the colorful leaves. The island was dangerous, but as long as he didn't get bit, Hazelthorn would be fine. Plus, a few snakes would bolster the fresh-kill pile, even if no one liked them much.

He could smell the island before he got to it, but he also smelled two distinct things; his deputy Anemoneglow, and a rogue. The rogue scent was much fainter than the very fresh scent of his deputy, but he still felt his fur bristle at the smell. Anemoneglow was most likely alone, as usual, and he didn't want her to get tangled up with a dangerous rogue on the island of snakes all on her own. He sniffed the ground, glancing around for the familiar molly.

"Anenomeglow?!" He hissed out in worry, keeping his voice low and quiet, trying not to disturb the predators nearby or alert the potential intruder. Those were the last things he wanted at this moment, especially since they were still seperated.