Random Practices/Spoilers

Practice I Guess?

This sounds really bad because I literally fucking forgot how to write Warriors GODDAMNIT

A small she-cat blinked awake in the Warrior's Den, her black and brown tabby fur ruffled by the night's sleep. Blinking several times, she opened her jaws and yawned, stretching out her paws and legs and taking a moment to let her senses come back to life before she got up and shook the moss from her pelt. Padding out of the den she opened her mouth to suck in the early morning scents. She closed her eyes slightly and let out a contented sigh.
"Morning OakFeather!" A brown tom said padding up to her with a cheerful mew
"Hello BarkFur" she replied, nodding slightly at the deputy.
"Can you go on a hunting patrol?" He asked
"Of course" OakFeather replied, blinking brightly at him with her soft green eyes.
"Good- FoxHeart and WillowShade will be joining you" he informed, with a flick of his tail OakFeather didn't care to look over at the cats he indicated. OakFeather wrinkled her nose slightly, disliking both of the cats, but quickly padded off to the two, who were waiting patiently by the entrance of the camp. FoxHeart was a bold male, a couple months older than her. He had a long red pelt with a white face and underbelly, looking strikingly like a fox. WillowShade was a beautiful young she-cat with silver for and dark gray stripes all along her back. Both of them were the type of cats she stayed away from as they often clashed in ideas and argued.
Let's just hope I can get them away from me..
OakFeather flicked her tail, and quickly trotted through the thick bushes, twigs scraping at her pelt as she emerged into the forest with a joyful stare. She turned her head to see a flash of red and silver fur behind her, signaling the other two cats were following. She picked up her pace as they passed under the canopy of trees into a small sunlit clearing.
"I think we should split up a bit" WillowShade offered
"Good idea- FoxHeart go near the river, see if you can find anything there. WillowShade, go by the cliff and hunt there" The two cats nodded before flooding into opposite directions. The small tabby she cat watched until they disappeared into the dense forest, leaving OakFeather in the near-silence of the forest. A soft breeze sang through the air, ruffling the trees above her, combining wonderfully with the many birds chirping around her. She looked up to see a squirrel darting among the branches, easily jumping from branch to branch. It's red fur shone in the sunlight shining through the green leaves. OakFeather focused back on her patrol and padded forward, sniffing the air, separating scents from each other, catching the scent of a small mouse that was slowly going stale.