The open area was an advantage at the same time a disadvantage. Though she could see her prey, her prey could see her just as well and that's what made it harder to hunt in this area. Lifting herself, her ears leaned forward listening for any kind of sound while her paws were ready to go. Tasting the air as the wind came blowing towards her she caught a whiff of a mouse, licking her lips she moved forward nimbly. Pinpointing the tasty scent she spotted the dark grey mouse up ahead, nibbling on something.
This was her chance! Lowering her belly she crawled towards it steadily before springing forward to grasp it in her claws.
There would always be something soothing about the moorlands. How the wind ran across their surface without the slightest hold up, the way the grass flowed and fluttered across the level ground. It made it appealing just to stand there, staring at the sheer calmness that made up WindClan territory. A small flicker of what could have been a smile crossed Steelfur's face as he did exactly that, standing still within the grass as the scents of the morning blew through. Ahead, he could make out low shapes in the grass, no doubt prey and a cat. After all, that was what most typically used the air for. While he paid them little attention, the scarred tom's ears were ever so slightly pricked toward the direction. Enough to hear the cat make the leap.
For a moment he considered continuing to leave it be. but, the familiar scent of Deerfall changed his mind. It couldn't hurt to address someone once they'd had success. Nodding slightly to himself, he made a move, padding forward, his green gaze drifting up to the sky above briefly. "That was an impressive catch, Deerfall," he meowed quietly when he was within earshot, voice never really going much higher than the natural voice of the wind itself. "And quite the leap." Steelfur paused for a moment, before adding. "Sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you."