----TIME TO READ!!!--- EHEHEHE Lionpaw flicked his tabby ear and looked at a small mouse. 'That'd be good prey for the clan.' He thought. He leapt but instead of landing on the mouse he landed on the ground. Lashing his tail, Lionpaw sat up and licked his shoulder flattening his now unkept fur. "Are you okay Lionpaw?" Asked Cinderpaw in concern. Lionpaw smiled, "Yep." Lionpaw then glanced at the moors. His mind roamed to a meadow-colored she-cat with green eyes. He looked at the ground, flushed. "I'll go look at Mossy Hollow for prey." Cinderpaw smiled and with a blink of an eye she was gone. Lionpaw bounded to Mossy Hollow looking for prey.
This is so cliché!
