Wildheart followed his deputy through the white, powdery snow that covered his home. This snow was so familiar to him that every time the Clan went on their gathering every full moon, it was almost a shock to him that there was any place without snow. The tom's ghostly eyes darted to and fro, following his deputy's movements as she delivered the final blow to a large hare. Wildheart would have shown himself then, but his eyes detected another movement; a vole, scared from it's hiding place by the two cats. The striped warrior sprinted forward, elongating his body in large strides as he carried himself quickly to the fleeing vole. It wasn't much of a chase as the tom pounced upon his prey with unsheathed claws. Quickly, not wanting to release his prey, Wildheart delivered the fatal bite to the vole's neck that would feed their Clan well. The filling blood from his prey seeped between his sharp jaws and it took all of his will power not to devour the vole right there. Finally, after he was sure his prize wasn't going to move, the tom released his hold on the small body and raised his head to his deputy, giving her a happy smile. "I'd say that was the biggest hare this leafbare," he meowed, nodding his head to the huge rabbit she had caught.