The Right Moment

Mintpaw-
A cold breeze ruffled through Mintpaws fur, leaf-bare was coming, and it was coming fast. Even the fresh-kill started to started to taste hard and frozen. Everything came to earliar these days. There would be enough time for Queens to kit or to even let them survive. The kits would just die off like Mintpaws brother did.

Mintpaw gave a smooth lick down her paw, stopping at her paws she swooped her fore-arm over her head and behind her ears. She repeated it and then plopped on the ground, exausted.

Eaglepaw stared down at her and laughed, "hey! Hey Mintpaw, I think you missed a spot, like everywhere!" Mintpaw looked back with anger in her eyes, "shutup Eaglepaw, your pelt looks no better!" and stormed off.

She stopped by the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a vole and started to eat it until Troutpaw came up behind her and purred "sorry about Eaglepaw, he can be a jerk at times." Mintpaw looked back and nodded.