You catch the mouse, and you smell someone else familiar.

'Er, sure. I have experience from hunting crows and voles.' He got up and dipped his head. 'Who will go with me?'

She sat up, trying to pin-point the smell

It was a cat... another cat from the clan

'Alright' He went outside and called the cats over. 'The leader wants us to do a hunting patrol, when your ready we can go.'

She flicked her tail in greeting

The chosen cats gather around you and the deputy meows we are ready when you are.

The cat that emerges from the bushes does the same. Its Gingerpelt, the cat you really didnt get to meet in the clan.

Shadow
There is another rustle, sounding much quieter, but seeming fuller, like it is a larger animal. Then a voice hisses, "Who are you?"
The bush parted as an all-black tom, the size of an apprentice, stepped out. It smells very faintly of twolegs. As if it had been to twolegplace in the last moon.