Huntpelt stood near a river in the Starclan territories, hunting for fish. Concentrating on the water, she wasn't quite sure weather or not hunting was now boring or more fun, as it seemed to come much easier and with no consequences if she didn't come back to the camp with prey, so she felt virtually no pressure.
Her mind briefly flooded to a more or less unpleasant memory, Cleargaze. Originally, Huntpelt had looked up to the younger cat, managing to become a warrior dispute being mute. Although Huntpelt was horrified to find out that she had killed 13 rouges, she couldn't believe it when Cleargaze rejected the opportunity to join Starclan. She still couldn't. She often wondered if her disability had something to do with it, perhaps some of her clanmates had teased her or maybe she felt better being a loner, with limited communication abilities.
She put the thoughts away as she shot her paws forward, pulling a trout out of the river, not the biggest she had caught but still a good catch. Hm, it'd make a good meal for the cats back at camp. But I should bring back a few more if I can, She thought, putting the trout on the bank before turning her attention back to her fishing.
