Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Forest, Moor | Mentions: Cinderpaw, Hawkstone, Pebbleleap

Meadowstar nodded her head as she listened to Pebbleleap. "Alright perfect! The moor it is then." She quickly turned her green gaze to the head of the group, where Cinderpaw had raced ahead to, and was now waiting for the rest of the group to catch up. "Cinderpaw! We're heading to the moor!"
After calling out to her apprentice, Meadowstar changed direction, trotting up to a little creek she knew would lead out onto the moor. A trodden down path had been made between the tall grasses and ferns that lined the stream bank, as this was a popular route for the clan cats to take to the moor. Eager to make a quick trip to the moor, the former ShadowClan leader kept a brisk pace as they made their way through the woods. Sounds of prey were all around them, with the sound of bird wings fluttering overhead, and little rustles in the dead leaves that littered the ground. We'll have plenty of prey to bring back to camp!
Encouraged and energized by all the lively sounds of prey, Meadowstar speed up as the trees began to thin out, and the moor became visible between the trunks. Sunshine shone down strongly between the trees now, lighting up the dark forest. The treeless moor was bright and sunny with a cloudless sky, and was bustling with prey activity, just as the forest had. Little bugs could be seen flying around and in between the tall grass and stalks of heather, and the undergrowth quivered with signs of little creatures running through. It was a beautiful place, and Meadowstar could definitely see the appeal it held for many of the remaining warriors. Although she loved her dark pine forest, she could see herself happily living here to. There weren't many places she wouldn't be fine with living. She wasn't picky.
"Alright everyone, spread out a bit, but keep close. We don't know what may be around." Although the cats had included a large chunk of the moor in their scent lines, it hadn't seemed to do much so far with keeping predators out.

Concealed in thick, spiky branches of a bramble bush, was a small den, dug into the ground. Brown, dusty roots and clumps of dirt hung down, partially covering the dark entrance. Inside a small vixen lay curled up in a nest. Deep, swollen bite marks could be seen all over her body, and her breathing was harsh, and seemed as if every breath taken in was a struggle. The small den reeked of the sour stench of infection. Just outside, a large male fox guarded the entrance to were his mate rest, while 3 almost full grown cubs tussled around, nipping playfully at one another.

The male foxes yellow eyes widened in alarm, as the sound of multiple creatures heading through the forest became louder and louder. His ears swiveled in the direction of the noise, and the scent of cat finally reached his nose. His lips drew back in a snarl, revealing his stained, yellow canines. The cats had just recently moved to the forest, and so far had proved to be a problem. They'd inflicted their nasty presence onto this land was home to these foxes, and now expected them to find a new place to live. His eyes narrowed and he let out a low growl. Upon hearing their fathers distress, the 3 fox cubs came to his side. Giving a quick glance back to the entrance of the den, the large fox beckoned his 3 cubs to follow him with a sweep of his tail.

The russet furred predators followed the cat scent out onto the moor. Although no sounds could now be heard, the cat scent was strong, and the fox knew the intruders were still here.

Keeping themselves low the ground, hidden in tall stalks of heather, they waited. It didn't take long for a cat to appear. A young grey tabby she-cat appeared between the tall grass, and looked to be hunting a mouse. She was completely unaware yet that her prey was not the only thing being stalked.

With a menacing snarl, the eldest fox plunged out of the heather, launching himself with bared teeth at the young cat.

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Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Moor | Mentions: Cinderpaw

After the other patrol members set off, Meadowstar decided to keep close to Cinderpaw. She wanted to observe how her hunting skills were, but she was also nervous about letting the apprentice out of her sight, out in such unknown territory. The cats had been living here for a little while, but they still didn't know the moor area well enough to be completely comfortable in it. Who knew what dangers might be lurking?
As she followed the tabby apprentice through the long grasses of the moor, she kept her distance. She didn't want Cinderpaw to know she was being watched, as to not make the young cat nervous about any mistakes. As Meadowstar stalked through the tall grass, it shivered as she brushed past, sending butterflies flying away in alarm, and disturbing little white moths that had settled down for the day. Little droplets of dew still clung to the moors tall plants, and as the tortoiseshell she-cat carried on, her pelt dampened as she brushed against them.
Stopping suddenly as she noticed Cinderpaw had dropped to the ground, and was zoned in on her prey. Meadowstar could not see what had caught her apprentices eye, but she caught a faint whiff of mouse, so she assumed that was it. Beneath the mouthwatering scent of mouse, she detected another faint scent scent. A foul, rancid smell. The wind was blowing towards her, carrying the scent away, but Meadowstar didn't need to sniff twice to know what it was. Fox!
Green yes wide in alarm, Meadowstar raced up to Cinderpaws side to warn her. Before she could reach the apprentice, a gap in the grass was ripped open, and fox jumped out, aimed right at Cinderpaw. "Cinderpaw look out!" Without a second thought, Meadowstar jumped in front of Cinderpaw, pushing her back. She faced the fox, claws unsheathed, and aimed a blow at its ugly, red face. She felt her claws tear through thin flesh as it met with the foxes long muzzle. It let out a yelp of pain, but it didn't stop the creature for long. It lunged at Meadowstar again in a split second, and at the last minute she dodged its massive fangs.
The grass rustled where the fox appeared, and three more foxes stepped out, lips drawn back and snarling. Meadowstar froze in panic. Dear Starclan! How can we fight off four of them?