He had left his sister in the little nest he'd built for them, safe and warm among feathers and moss he'd gathered when he'd built the nest. She would be safe there until he returned for her with their dinner. Which was becoming steadily harder and harder to catch. The prey was scarce in the colder seasons, and the rabbit he'd been tracking had headed for the creek. This was Clan territory, which he didn't care about, but it did mean he had to be on the lookout for patrols and Clancats trying to hunt and chase off outsiders like him. A loner could hunt here, if they were crafty enough. Shadow certainly lived up to his name, slipping from patchy places of shadow and staying as much out of sight as possible. He had black and white fur, and that made him stand out. So he had to be smart about things.
Shadow could smell the clan cat, and it was fresh so the cat had to be close. He didn't bother leaving, he could hunt here just as well and his sister couldn't go any longer without a meal. They were both too skinny as it was, and she was still a kit. He wasn't going to lose anyone else, no one else from his family would die to this blasted cold. Or to starvation. He had to bring something home to her, he just had to.
She hated the cold, her fur was too short. Not nearly warm enough to keep the chill from her body. However, the color of her pelt gave her an advantage. Being almost invisible in the snow because of her white fur.
Grateful for that ability, Brightpool had pushed herself to hunt everyday even if she felt frozen to the core. While she was sure her clanmates appreciated her actions. Brightpool couldn't help but feel exhaustion making every muscle tight. Perhaps she shouldn't have went hunting today, the new snow was soft and powdery making trekking through it even more of a chore. Tempted to head back without a prize, the wind shifted and alerted her to two different scents.
One of rabbit and the other of a feline that lacked a Clan scent. Concern washed over her and woken tired muscles as she made her way toward it, pausing only slightly at her arrival at the crystal creek.
She spotted him before he spotted her, even if he kept to the shadows he was hard to miss against the purity of the snow. Carefully she moved closer, crouching low against the ground until she was sure she was close enough to call out to him.
Hey! You are tresspassing," She told him, bringing attention to herself with a sharp meow. She didn't want to fight him or even extend her claws but she was going to defend her Clan.