Briarsong walked through the snow, her tortoiseshell pelt very visible against the white. The deputy stuck close to the trees to help her blend in. She kept her ears pricked as she sniffed around for any sign of prey. The disappearance of her Clanmates eased up the load on hunting slightly, but it meant there were less cats hunting as well. She just wanted them to return safely. She was certain that everyone did.

The she-cat lowered herself to the ground when she saw a small brown figure move in the snow. She narrowed her eyes, confirming her suspicion. It was a mouse. Her mouth watered at the thought of something to eat. She slowly crept up on it, keeping her tail low as she slowly stalked closer to it.

Briarsong pounced and caught the mouse between her claws. She quickly snapped it's spine before it could let out a cry for help. She licked her lips. It was a clean kill. The she-cat picked it up before burying it, planning to return to it later. She wanted to bring back more than just a mouse.

Briarsong got up and continued to search around for signs of prey, straying close to the ShadowClan border. She kept her ears pricked in case a patrol came by and interrogated her for being too close. The two clans were at each other's necks at the moment, despite her not wanting to be. She wanted to maintain peaceful relations with the other Clans, but Lynxstar made it incredibly hard at times.