Mouseing the Elders (Elders Open)

[Mousefeather]

Deep blue eyes curled over the den entrance, her ears up and pointed forward. A fluffy flag of a tail held out behind her. The mice hanging from her maw, wafting its warm sweet scent into the air.

The scars stretched across the left side of her face, fully healed, didnt bother her much anymore. She was trying her best to become a better hunter and fighter, despite the half blindness.

Mousefeather took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders. She pushed her way into the den, calling out between the mice tails.

"Hello!"

[Redstorm]

The familiar voice pushed Redstorm into a wave of depression and regret. Mousefeather had been his prized apprentice, the only one he had ever bragged about, really. She was the only apprentice he had kept in contact with, until the Rebellion. During that time he had clawed her face, half blinding her forever. He would never live that down, and would always beg for her forgiveness, even if she no longer held a grudge.

It was unusual for her, or anyone else, to bring prey. Was she truly being kind, or did she need something? Supposed it's time I find out..

"Oh, Mousefeather, what a pleasant surprise!" He purred, walking over to her. "Nice choice of prey, thank you." He was rather hungry, and couldn't help but take one of the mice. Settling down, he looked up at Mousefeather, into her one good eye.

"How is life treating you right now?" He never was really good at small talk.