warriors: rewritten.

Chapter 2

Amber's P.O.V
The bright shimmering sun shines upon the den. I yawn and stretch my legs. Hm. Must have shifted during the night. My bed is on the other side of the room from Patches, since we have a lil up stairs loft. There's a balcony and the whole space is our room.

I get up from my warm bed, and walk to the kitchen. I grab a cup and patches walks from the bathroom rubbing her eyes. "morning." She says also grabbing a cup. She grabs the coffee machine and pours some in my cup. The sun shines from the living room windows.

I sigh and sip the coffee, I stop half way and spit it back in, my eyes watering from the heat. "Shit that's hot!"
"Wasn't cooked on ice my friend," Patches walks over to the fridge and opens it, then takes out the cream.
"Want some?"
I nod.
She slowly pours some, making the once black coffee into a coco color, much like her fur.
"Should be good how, want some sugar?"
"You do too much for me, I can do my own coffee" I joke and set the coffee down, while grabbing the sugar

~Patches POV~
It was about 12:00, the sun was covered by big grey clouds. It Was a chilly day, but Amber still insisted on hunting. I would hunt for supper, and she would be back soon with lunch.
A few moments go bye. Then Amber walks through the den entrance, carrying a few rabbits. "Yum." She says
"Yum indeed" I said shifting into my human form, walking to the kitchen. amber follows me, shifting.
"So I was thinking of like, a rabbit stew." I said taking out a large pot. Amber nods in agreement.
"I can start it," she said turning to the dead rabbits.

We finally finished the stew, it tasted savoury and salty. We ate all of it, and saved the second rabbit for another day. Most animals hunt all at once, and puts all of the meat in a pile, picking a meal once a day. We are half human, so we need at least 2 meals a day, to keep us from starving or such.
"I'm going now!" I yell out, and grab my katana.
I stop it onto my back and start to the door.
"I did the southern part of the forest, so do the northern, Kay?"
I nod and shut the door.
Cold snow hits my face, it feels light and soft. It's about March, and the last snow fall is usually in April. So a few more weeks to go until we do not have to hunt everyday.
Bare leaf is the hardest time to hunt. Animals are hybrenating and sleeping for the rest of Winter. But animals like me; a cheetah; who are native to this climate do not sleep through the winter. Some days I wish I could, but doesn't everyone?
I see some tracks and decide to follow them.
Hmm. Must be moose. I think.
I continue following till I see the prints are shattered across a clearing. Dozens of other animal tracks are here too. Looks like some struggle, and blood? I part some dead branches to find bones, of a moose.
Damn.