Kitewing crouched low against the ground. She could feel the soft pine needles beneath her pads and the cool breeze blowing against her face. She was along the lines of getting a good stretch before she would go hunting for the clan. Even if she was a clan cat she wasn't going to pace around the clearing like a kittypet stuck in their Twoleg's nest.
She unsheathed her claws and sprang onto a tree, moving gracefully up to the first branch which was quite high off the ground. As soon as Kitewing made it onto the branch, she walked forward and then paused listening intently to whatever the forest had to offer.