Prowling through the murk (O)

[Galaxy]

{Open for Twilight, Dove, and one more.}
The humid air clung to Galaxy's silver-gray fur, making each step seem heavier. However, he happened to like this place. Not many cats come here, and prey was quite abundant, even in winter. Frogs were especially plentiful this time of the year.

Galaxy nosed through the dead leaves that still littered the ground. Something bobbed up ahead, and Galaxy slammed his paw onto it. The frantic movement beneath his pads told him he had caught one. He stabbed it with his claws and bit its legs off. The frog tried to hop away, but without its legs it had nowhere to go. Galaxy chewed on the legs, comforted by the fact  that the remainder of his dinner was going nowhere. 

He had gulped the first leg  when he detected a rustle in the bushes. Galaxy turned his head around. Seems that I have some company here.

[Twilight]

Twilight was hunting.
Running through the bushes she headed to the swamp, nearing it she smelt another cats scent, deciding against fighting for a place to hunt she purposefully made heaps of noise coming through the last few bushes on the edge of the swamp so that whatever cat was there would know she was coming, padding out of the bushes Twilight looked out across the swamp, seeing a silhoutte of a cat on the other side of the swamp she ran across to the other side of the swamp to find out who it was, nearing the cat the saw the tell tale pelt and eye color of Galaxy Droughts youngest Elite,
"hey Galaxy hows the whole Elite thing going?"
she meowed,
she had heard that Drought and the other Elites had been giving Galaxy a hard time- him being a youngling and all...

[Galaxy]

Galaxy turned at the new youngling, narrowing his eyes. He still carried the memory of defeat in his heart, a fresh wound scarring his life. It's one thing to be a humble peasant your whole life, its another to be kicked out of a status. "None of your business." he snapped, making his voice sound harsh and cold. "What Elites do aren't said to ordinary peasants like you." The words stung him hard, but Galaxy knew that he had to play with it, at least until they found out. He abandoned his meal and quickly padded into the bushes surrounding the area.
(If you don't understand, read What Makes Up The Universe, where Drought just unexpectedly barges in and takes away my Elite privilege :'D)

[Dove]

Ugh. What was even going on with the weather? It was just plain out disgusting! The she-cat spat out some of the foul air she breathed in, and felt like all she wanted to do now was to just recline underneath a boulder and doze off, but she just could not. There was plenty of work to be done, and she had not yet even went on a hunt. When was the last time that she even ate? Two days ago? As much as her stomach battled for food, she would not allow it. Nothing tasted like satisfaction to her anymore.

Not to mention that she missed some company. Ears perked, she thought that she heard voices. And she did. Two cats, but she was not able to distinguish who they were from the distance that she was from them. So she padded over in their direction. 

Next time I post is when she will arrive to you two.