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Post by [F]irekee on Sept 9, 2006 13:01:31 GMT -5
Saberpaw punced on the plump rabbit, sinking his long fangs into it's back and killing it instantly. The satisfaction of the small creatures blood in his mouth was enough to motivate him to continue hunting. He kicked dirt over his kill, and continued through the quite of the forest.
Saberpaw disliked dozing in the riverclan camp, and didn't particularly enjoy the sound the river always yammered to passing cats. The quite rustle of leaves that alerted him of prey soothed him greatly, and caused him to forget about his painfull mental scars imprinted on his younge mind.
Peace only came to the young apprentice when he killed. However depressing it may seem, the taste of blood on his tounge left Saberpaw wanting more. The scent of mouse drew him closer, and he pounced again. The mouse was only a step ahead of him, and lurched into a small hole in the ground before Saberpaw could finish it. With a frustrated yowl, he grudingly continued hunting.
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