[WindClan territory] Leaf-bare's winds

It was cold. This was to be expected, of course, it was leaf-bare. It was always cold in leaf-bare. Evergreens breath was visible in the form of small, white clouds. She shivered when a cold wind ruffled her fur. Her gaze was fixed upon a small rabbit. It was a thin, little thing, more bone than flesh, but at least it was something. It was fresh-kill, that was what counted. Very, very slowly, she crept further. The animal did not notice her. It was too busy trying to find food. It didn't know yet that it would end up as somebody's meal itself. Evergreen leaped and killed the rabbit swiftly with a bite. Warm blood dripped from the wound and it was tempting to eat the fresh-kill immediately, while it was still warm. She shook the thought away. This prey wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the fresh-kill pile. She had already eaten that morning, this rabbit would be for the elders or queens.
She shivered again and was glad that it wasn't snowing. There had been some snow that morning, but it had melted quickly after it had touched the ground.
The wind brought a faint smell to her, that of another cat. Probably some clanmate, also hunting on his or her own. Evergreen looked around to finf the cat. She didn't like hunting together with someone, but sometimes it worked. She thought of the day that she and Lionroar had hunted together and cought about ten rabbits, back in green-leaf. Those were good times.