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Post by silverstorm on Jun 18, 2006 6:18:07 GMT -5
The red cat snuck out of the shadows of Tallpines and into the clearing. His orangy-red ears alert for prey or anyother sounds. But there was only the wind rustling the trees that came to his ears. Taking a deep breath to make sure that there was nothing there, he curled himself into a tight ball and fell fast asleep.
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Post by sunstripe on Jun 19, 2006 18:11:57 GMT -5
Sunstripe padded into Tallpines. She had been ordered by Midnightfang, the deputy, to hunt when she left the patrol. Seeing the red cat curled up under the tree, she thought, I don't think I know him. She wondered if she should disturb his nap, then just decided to hunt near him until he woke up, then meet him.
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Post by sunstripe on Jun 20, 2006 22:41:11 GMT -5
But after a while, she decided he slept like a rock, and headed back to camp.
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Post by silverstorm on Jun 21, 2006 10:08:24 GMT -5
Ooc Oops, sorry. I've been away.
Ic: Stormgazer uncurled himself and got to his stiff paws. One paw after another he stretched them out then flexed his claws. The tom yawned widly and shook himself to wake up. He had slept the night there. Annoyed, he looked around to search for some prey. He didnt always like to sleep in warrior dens. It made him paranoid and very clostophobic. But the tom knew that the clan would be annoyed if he came back with no food.
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Post by dovewing on Oct 4, 2006 12:31:21 GMT -5
Dovewing crouched in the low grass, tail swishing back and fourth with anticipation. A mouse was scuttering about a tree. She sprung, and dispactched the mouse. Hungrily, she devoured the mouse, and started to trail the scent of a squirrel. It stopped dead near a pile of dry leaves. Hoping for the best, Dovewing snaked her long paw down, and felt coarse fur on her pawpad.
Instantly her claws unsheathed, and the squirrel was injured. she dragged it out and dispatched it with a bite to the neck. She would take this back to camp.
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Post by dovewing on Oct 5, 2006 15:01:37 GMT -5
Pleased with herself, Dovewing padded into the clearing, tail held high, squirrel hanging loosely in her jaws. After dropping it in the fresh kill pile, the silver tabby cat went to her den to have a decent rest.
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