Sun's ears flicked towards the sound of splashing and mewling in the distance. He looked around, hoping for another water source in the area, one that wasn't populated with more than one cat.
He didn't want to fight anyone, not when he was in need of water like he was. He ran his tongue over his dry mouth and looked back in the direction of water.
It seemed the source of the noise was his only option. Perhaps he could come around from the other side and avoid the strangers entirely.
Sun nodded, even though he was the only one who would have seen it, and padded forward as softly as he could, frequently sniffing the air.
He hid himself behind the nearest foliage, a low plant, the kind that could only ever grow near water, and got his first glance of the pond.
He looked to the side, his joy subsiding as he took in the three cats.
They don't look violent... He tried convincing himself, because he couldn't take it, not having anything to drink, and he was getting dizzy too often to catch enough prey.
Perhaps he could inch himself forward, quietly, and maybe they wouldn't see him.
Sun decided that would be his plan, putting a paw forward and pulling himself towards the water, crawling along and slowly exiting the covered space.
He lifted himself gradually, flicking his gaze between the potential enemies and the water, taking larger steps until one of his paws splashed softly and he was close enough to drink, hopefully far away enough that he wouldn't be noticed immediately.
But that didn't matter, because his eyes were shut and he was leaning down to lap up water, much too distracted to even notice if the other came charging at him.
With a mouse hanging proudly in her jaws, Nettle began her trek back to her and Raccoon's camp of the day. Her pawsteps were rhythmic, following an odd pattern of her creation down a a messily laid out path. She ducked lower and the covering grew less dense, her musical steps getting less happy and more cautious and quiet.
Her grip on the prey tightened enough that she could easily have bit through it. Was this the right way? Oh, no, it probably wasn't. Why did Raccoon insist on moving so much?
Nettle's ears pricked upwards, hoping to hear Raccoon's pawsteps over the peaceful (though, to her it was anything but) silence of the forest.
Her heart beat faster, and she went over the trail she had run through this morning. She couldn't focus on the path, she was too busy criticizing herself.
Why did you even leave? She asked herself, her steady crawling came to a stop as she contemplated it. To hunt? Right? I can do that just fine. She shook her head the lightest bit, But you're horrible with directions, Nettle!
Oh, that was true. Now she was going to die. Some bird was going to pick her up and drop her on a rock. Or some unknown enemy would jump at her because she wasn't moving anymore.
She shakily pulled herself onwards.
The image of prancing back to camp and enjoying a fresh caught mouse were gone, each new mental picture progressively getting darker and darker.
She heard a rustle ahead and gasped, dropping the mouse and turning around to run.
"NETTLE!" The rustling called, and in her mind the horrible fantasies only got progressively worse because now the enemy knew her name and she couldn't remember ever meeting any cat long enough to exchange names because she and Raccoon never met any cat, so this must be some sort of monster who could read your mind.
But, it wasn't a monster. It was Raccoon, making a rather messy entrance to find the young cat who had been missing when she returned from hunting.
Raccoon leaped forwards, lowering her voice and nearly pouncing on some rather sharp pebbles, "Nettle! Calm down!"
The kit was slowly starting to realize who it was, and the frantic run morphed into a feeble walk towards the older cat.
"I caught a mouse," Nettle mumbled as she got nearer.
"Then you ran and dropped it."
Raccoon shrugged as best a cat can, motioning back the way she'd came, "We should head back. You okay?"
Nettle nodded, bounding forward and sticking close to Raccoon, "M'sorry, just got.. Scared,"
"It's fine. Just don't freeze up in a fight 'cause your scared, it'll only lead to bad wounds."
Nettle nodded, watching the ground intently as they walked.
She laughed a bit, "Let's not move the camp all the time,"
"Did you get lost again? We had a trail."
Nettle shrugged a bit, "I think we'll be fine if we don't move for once."
((Howw to?? End?? PoV?? And Write??))