Tread Lightly {open}

Paws pressed deliberately into the lush grass, pads cushioning each and every calculated step, silencing the feline's movements flawlessly. The wind had picked up, however thankfully Sorrelstrike was downwind, allowing her to remain undetected. The tip of her tail twitched from side to side as she slinked forth, triangular ears pressed forward. Her lower jaw was dropped ever so slightly as she inhaled the familiar scents, allowing them to lap against the roof of her mouth. Curling her whiskers in minor disappointment, she continued onward, her head aligned with her spine. The sun had just reached it's peak in the sky, it's rays baring down on the intense green fields that newleaf had to offer. Everything buzzed with life, from the gentle sway of the grass, to the plethora of bountiful flowers, ranging from every color on the spectrum. Sorrelstrike took a moment to apprehend the raw beauty of the wilderness, sighing with content as the heat warmed the slope of her spine.

Dragging her tongue over her muzzle she grinned a ghost of a grin, her copper gaze sweeping along the province. No more time to waste, she was on a mission.

Rust colored eyes tapered as Sorrelstrike weaved through the tall grasses, shoulders parting the blades smoothly. The familiar scent of magpie burned the roof of her mouth and she paused midstep, her claws unsheathing with ill intentions. Swiping her tongue hungrily along her maw, she dropped low to the ground, her belly a breath above the terrain. Each step was premeditated, and each step drew her closer to the flock of birds, that fluttered the wings in the warm embrace of the sun's light. Muscles coiled, her pelt pulling tight over the taut slopes of her haunches as she prepared herself. In an instant, she surged forth, limbs outstretched as she bounded forward a single stride, eyes ablaze. Instantly, the magpies threw open their wings, taking to the sky for refuge against the feline's grisly claws, glinting maliciously in the iridescence. Though it was too late.

Sorrelstrike had pounced, her tail spinning as she reached out and brought a clawed paw crashing down onto the bird's wings, bringing it's alarmed beak directly to the ground. Before the aviary had a moment to process what had happened, Sorrelstrike's jaws were closing on the back of it's neck, abruptly ending the life of the creature. A grunt of satisfaction thrummed in the she-cat's throat as she released the bird, her tongue swiping at the stray droplets of blood.

A rustle in the underbrush caused her ears to twitch, and her head swiveled around sharply to meet the feline lurking in the grasses.