This Wandering Warrior... Is eating your prey. :3

[Foxtail]

A thin form weaved to and fro among the undergrowth. Whiskers twitching, the she-cat raised her head and opened her mouth wide, drawing in the scents around her. She twitched her tail as she watched the mouse, quietly nibbling at a seed on a tree root. Falling into place naturally, she drew herself forward, paw over paw, until she was a short fox length away. She sprang.

A sudden yowl of pain tore loose from the she-cat, alerting the mouse of her presence and causing it to dart into the undergrowth.

"Mouse dung!" the she-cat spat. She had snared herself in the brambles, and a particularly sharp stick had poked her in the chest. She struggled violently for a moment, then stopped, panting. "Foxtail, you're loosing your touch.. Too much time outside a Clan..." she muttered to herself, quietly untangling herself from the brambles. She took an extra moment to snap the stick that had poked her into pieces. Sighing, she walked further though the dense brush before stopping abruptly. Scenting the air, her sensitive nose picked up something she thought she'd never scent again; a Clan boundary! The she-cat prepared her introduction speech to the next border patrol that happened upon her, then set off, tail high, into the forest.

Suddenly, Foxtail stopped and thought. What if they weren't friendly? What if they were evil, bloodthirsty and cruel? What if...

A small shuffle in the brush behind her made her start and whip around, baring her fangs and lashing her tail... And then she saw the mouse. The same one, probably, that she had missed before. Without a second thought she pounced and killed it, savouring the warm blood in her mouth. She proceeded to rip it apart, letting out a contented purr as she slowly ate.

[Takumi]

Pale golden haunches wriggled in place, balancing expertly. Takumi felt at home in the trees, though his home tribe wasn't situated under any welcoming shade of the glorious crowns. His was a tribe raised in the vast sands and little under growth. He was more accustomed to fighting and training in such terrain... Even so, his tribe's neighboring tribe, called the Tribe of Thick Jungles, was a friendly tribe, and allies of his emperor. Often he was sent to convey messages back and forth between Glistening Sands and Thick Jungles. Fellow samurai of the afore tribe guided him through their boughs much like he was guiding Wrenwing, his clanmate.

With accuracy he lept, landing in a branch of another tree. The trees here were getting thinner, announcing the nearness of the clan boundary. Perched near the trunk of the tree, Takumi flicked his brown-tipped tail, signaling Wren that he was comfortably away for her to follow. Briefly his blue eyes scanned for her bird companion. A wren, ironically. His eyes didn't find the bird, for a noise below distracted him. Peering over his branch, his form crouched close to reduce visibility. The orange tails of his headband fluttered beneath his feet.

An orange cat had just successfully killed a mouse... on Treeclan territory. Anger burned in his stomach, but the siamese refused to give in to it's powerful grasp. Flicking the tip of his tail, Takumi signaled to Wrenwing his findings. A long swish of said appendage tapped his mouth, asking for her quiet participation. Slowly, Takumi creeped down the tree, using the same trick he had shown Wrenwing before, except much slower, and more abrupted, for the move was nearly impossible to do in stealth. Landing on the next tree limb below, he began grasping the trunk with hind and forelimbs, basically vertically climbing the tree upside down. One's rear end has a tendency to want to go ahead of one's front, and as I said before, going slowly was difficult, which is why he 'crawled' from limb to limb, instead of running straight down, as was his example shown to Wren. In this matter, he closed the gap between himself and the invader, making the distance of a leap shorter, and far safer for the feline.