Bright yellow eyes kept a lookout for any nearby movement within the foliage and trees. Carefully not to alert any prey, she lightly stepped over the fallen pine nettles that littered the forest floor. Silverscreech refused to lay around camp. With the news of her pregnancy, she was still getting used to the thought. And she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to be a mother. But she had encouragement from the other queens in the clan, and from her mate FearedJackal. It would be awhile before the kits arrived, her stomach starting to show. Saplingskies said she could hunt for the clan til she decided to move to the Queens den. And being stubborn as she was, she wasn’t gonna be in that den til she was close to kitting.
Grey ears twitched as she turned her head towards a nearby tree. A magpie hung out looking for food upon the ground. Ears laid flat against her head, she crouched low, slowly approaching behind the unexpecting prey. Once a few tail lengths away, she wriggled her haunches and leaped, just barely making her catch. The bird flapped and squaked a shrill cry before Silverscreech landed a killing bite to it neck. Once her prey went limp, she buried it underground to come back to later.