Not Only a Mystery

[.:{Crag}:.]

The sun shone high in the sky, marking the time for the clan cats while also keeping them warm. JaggedClan territory was with life as usual, no prey took a break on the hottest days, so neither did the cats. The Pointed Stones were no exception, as a hunting patrol was already occupying them, fighting to feed their hungry queens and elders. It seemed that everywhere was silent, only the warm breeze flowing showed that the Earth wasn't giving up on them. This was an interesting place to hunt. There were stones in a ring, all pointed upward like the claws of a warrior. Many cats have said the Pointed Stones were a place of old rituals by their warrior ancestors; a place to assign apprentices mentors. Perhaps it was their camp, for there were still some burrows beneath the stones. Others say the stones are to warn the Twolegs away, as if reminding them that this territory is taken.

Nevertheless, the Pointed Stones were swarming with prey in Greenleaf.

The hunting party had only gotten here a few moments ago. There were four large warriors, and one that looked smaller, like an apprentice. Who was leading this patrol you ask? The tom you thought was an apprentice, who is in fact the leader of JaggedClan. Yes, he is small enough to be around nine or ten moons only, but Cragstar has hard rock muscles beneath his small frame. He was crouched in the shadow of one of the stones. The mouse he was stalking was fairly plump, and would make a good meal for an elder. The leader's leaf green gaze was locked, and he moved slowly forward, keeping his paws light so the creature wouldn't sense him. Cragstar was still undetected, and stayed undetected as he pounced, landing squarely on the mouse with claws unsheathed. Its neck was snapped before it had a chance to make a sound. This was everyday work for the JaggedClan leader, and he just threw the mouse with his stash and scanned the clearing to see how the others were doing.

One of the more senior warriors was stalking a vole about ten fox-lengths away. Cragstar watched silently as the she-cat leaped and ended its life; creating yet another meal for a cat in their clan. Then there was Skymask, not too far off, who was attempting to catch a bird. This would be interesting. This warrior had just recently finished training and the bird was a considerably hard animal to catch. Everything was going well, but when Skymask was sensed, he leaped to late, only snagging a feather from the bird as it cawed an alarm call. Well, this place was now deserted. The senior warrior gave the younger tom a harsh stare, and he shrunk away. The leader felt a pang of sympathy for Skymask. How embarrassing would it be to miss a catch in front of your leader?

Cragstar padded swiftly to the black warrior's side, "Your crouch was fine, but when the bird sensed you, you leaped too late. A heartbeat earlier you would've snagged it from the air." He meowed calmly, "Besides, we've already got enough prey from this area, we were about to move on anyway." Skymask seemed to feel a little better, and prepared to follow. Cragstar stopped, "Actually, why don't we check the boarders quickly. A little between patrol scan." The leader nodded to himself and started padding away toward the PeakClan boarder.