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hunting
Mar 25, 2007 11:44:15 GMT -5
Post by ~Rainstripe~ on Mar 25, 2007 11:44:15 GMT -5
Rainstripe galloped into the clearing where the owl tree stood and crouched down, hoping she hadn't been too lopud and scared the prey. In a stealth crouch she stalked over to the base of the large tree. She could hear the shuffling of branches above her head but could't tell what it was that was making the sound. She gazed up cautiously up into its dark green branches as the warm sun beams of the noon sun beat down on her back. Rainstripe picked up a faint smell of squirel then all of the sudden it got stronger and then she spotted it. A few tail lenghts in front of her a plump bright red squirel sat nibbling on a brown acorn. Rainstripe crouched down and slowly inched her way, unoticed, right up to it and then leapt. with in a matter of seconds Rainstripe had pinned the squirel to the soft bed of leaves and killed it with a singel swipe of her paw. Happily she trotted back closer to camp and continued to hunt around the ravine near the camp entrance.
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