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Post by Hatchey on Jul 4, 2007 17:58:51 GMT -5
Hatchetfang was walking in circles. she was officly bored because he kit were apprintinces now. she picked up on approching pawsteps. crouching low to the ground, she growled warning to the aproching cat.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 4, 2007 21:01:19 GMT -5
Two pairs of hot blue eyes had watched the she-cat's figure moving around in restless circles for a few minutes now. She either had something on her mind or was trying to make a track record around the golden fields. But as amusing as this was to watch she could hear the fleeing footsteps of several small creatures as they left the field. Her hunt was being quickly ruined. She pinpointed a mouse running past nearby and immediatly pursued, pouncing on it and making a quick kill. Deciding that this was all the luck she would get she folded a few long blades of grass over the dead piece of prey and padded toward her clanmate.
When Hatchetfang crouched down in alarm she stopped, a smile placing itself on her features momentarily. Hatchetfang, relax! It's only me...Prettypelt. She resumed her pace until she was in front of the she-cat, flicking her tail in greeting.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 4, 2007 22:57:24 GMT -5
Hatchetfang stood up and smiled o sorry prettypelt. how are you? she asked, flicking her tail.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 4, 2007 23:28:44 GMT -5
Ah, doing just perfect, but the hungry cats back at camp won't be. What was with the pacing? I don't think I'll be able to find any prey for a thousand foxlengths! She complained teasingly, ears flicking to and fro for a few moments as she tried to decide if there was any other living lifeform in the vacinity. A faint rustling came from the outer edges. Maybe the mice or vole were daring enough to try and come back out, but she craved for the thrill of chasing a rabbit.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 4, 2007 23:35:11 GMT -5
sorry i was bored. she said smiling. she could here prey close, but it was bigger than a mouse. a rabbit! she thought hey prettypelt she said queitly, she flicked her tail to the rabbit.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 9, 2007 13:46:48 GMT -5
Bored? So you go an- She stopped when Hatchetfang flicked her tail toward something. Her ears picked up the rustling of something larger than a mouse or vole. Immediatly her mouth began to water, crouching lower to the ground and figuring it out in her head. The rabbit was still a bit faraway, near the outer edges of the field, but was coming closer to the middle. There was just enough room for Hatchetfang to make a run for it and trap off its exit while Prettypelt scared it toward her...if she was fast enough. Hatchetfang, are you fast? She whispered, if she wasn't the plan would simply go vice versa.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 9, 2007 13:50:55 GMT -5
yeah, why she wispered, flicking her tail back and forth. she was thinking she knew why but she just wanted to see first
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