One paw out of line (Ravenwing, Mintpaw)

Cindermist followed Ravenwing out of camp, the vast field of snow spread out before them as they started heading to the center of their territory. He paused to look over his shoulder, his crisp blue eyes filled with wonder as he took in the lake and the surrounding territories. The silver warriors gaze hardened as he spotted movement on the opposite end of the bank. Although he couldn't tell who they were, Cindermist could make out the lithe shapes of cats as they bounded across the shore. He wondered if Featherpaw was with them.

With an inaudible sigh, Cindermist turned away from RiverClan territory to continue padding after WindClan's deputy. It was time to hunt, and he hoped they found enough for the clan to fill their bellies. If, at least, to ensure that he was able to eat as well. Irritation took over his head as for not the first time did he ponder about living on his own without a group of useless felines to take care of. Those type of thoughts only made him remember his parents however, and he quickly pushed it from his head as he paused again, but this time, to scent the air. He could smell rabbit.