Time.

[Dustpaw]

The winds still blew and the clouds still covered the bright ball of light in the sky but there was no longer snow, there was rain. Rain, it soaked your pelt till you felt you were living in snow but it usually disappeared, causing little chaos and very few deaths. His light colored green eyes were wide as he stepped out of the den, it was a nicely bright day. Maybe it would be a good day, a day filled with abundant prey. He purred softly, lost in thought as he walked back and forth.

[Powderfur]

"Hello," Powderfur purred softly as she saw the apprentice pace back and forth around camp. The WindClan she-cat was sitting by the Warriors' Den, grooming her fluffy pelt. The pure white she-cat continued, looking up from a paw, "Lovely day, huh? Say, the freshkill pile is running low! Want to go hunting? It'll impress Windstar."

[Dustpaw]

He was so lost in thought that when Powderfur spoke to him, he neither recognized her scent nor voice. His eyes moved as he looked at the pure white she-cat, his whiskers twitching in embarrassment of not recognizing her right away. When she finished speaking he nodded in agreement, it would probably impress Windstar and there would be prey for the Clan to eat.

[Mapleclaw]

Also sitting outside of the warriors' den was Mapleclaw, a brown tabby tom who evidently wasn't grooming his pelt like his fellow Clanmate. With nothing else to do, the WindClan tom stretched out his neck to lick off a crumbled leaf from his tail, but then felt too lazy to groom the rest of his tail. "I'll come as well." the tom finally spoke up indifferently. The breeze around him smelled of rain, and he knew that other prey would smell the fresh, clean scent as well. And they would come out of their burrows. The brown tabby tom continued, very much like commenting the weather, "It's a perfect time to go hunting. Let's leave now."

[Dustpaw]

"Alright!" Dustpaw yowled softly with agreement, he was excited, of course it wasn't his first time but when you're an apprentice, ready to go hunting, and to serve your clan, it was sometimes like going out hunting for the first time. He fell back, behind the tom, he was to naive of the surrounding area as well as under Powderfur and Mapleclaw.

[Powderfur]

"Alright," Powderfur gave her brushy tail one last lick before standing up with grace. She flexed her claws a bit, like how a person would crack their knuckles before a tedious task, before heading towards WindClan's camp exit, which was a little opening through some heavy gorse tunnels. The pure white she-cat, not wanting to be outdone by the lazy tom, started in a mentor-like way; "Rabbits can feel your footsteps before hearing them, so be careful to step softly as you hunt."

[Mapleclaw]

Mapleclaw rolled his deep green eyes at the pure white she-cat, knowing her attempts to impress and lead. At least she's easy on the eyes. The brown tabby tom thought privately, as he padded a little away from the small group, focusing on the scent of fieldmouse. There was a gray mouse, with whiskers flecked with frost, nibbling on a seed clasped in it's front paws. It was an easy catch, as the wind was already blowing in the opposite direction. The brown tabby tom walked back to his two Clanmates with an air of bravado, and a mouse dangling from his jaws.