little had gone unchanged since the start of bonestar's reign to now when the tom stood before the thicket of thorns. he had known with leafbare approaching he wanted to ensure his clan remain fed and strong. his own whiskers - for some reason - twitched with annoyance that he had been assigned that morning to this locate to hunt. if he had ever thought the clan to be against him, than today was the day for that thought.
a strong sense of dislike and distrust echoed in his heart as he stood stoic and gazing at the thickets with an unease, but accepted fate. would it do the clan pleasure to see a former supporter coming back injured? he thought, thinking back to the day he had turned on his father and the bonestar supporters, showing his own true colors. a thought, that if he could flip so easily, than could he not flip back just as easily.
sighing once more, the green eyed tabby brown tom moved forward, edging his way through the thickest part of the thicket before entering one of the many smaller clearings. from here he knew the center of the thicket was easier to move about and slowly, but carefully began to pick his way through. part of him wondering what would cause his clan mates to hate him so terribly so. sighing in a softer almost breathless way, he stilled in his movements.
to the left there was rustling, small enough to be a vole or mouse. his whiskers twitched with excitement as he stilled, his breath almost held as he waited for the creature to head his way. sure enough, the mouse came within striking distance and the tom moved, tearing into his side with a thorn as he landed a killing bite - unaware others were lurking near by.