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Post by squirrlflight on Dec 5, 2006 19:56:49 GMT -5
WildHeart walked around, he had caught about four rabbits on the way. Where were the others?
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 5, 2006 22:39:22 GMT -5
boo! hachetfang said playfully
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Post by Tears{May}Fall on Dec 6, 2006 16:04:01 GMT -5
Midnightstorm walked out of some bushes. "Boo? Ha. Are you serious?" He joked.
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Post by squirrlflight on Dec 6, 2006 17:40:52 GMT -5
" How much rabbits did you catch?" asked WildHeart?
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Post by Tears{May}Fall on Dec 7, 2006 7:37:53 GMT -5
"Two." Midnightstorm said, turning his head and picking one up. He turned his head back in Wildheart's direction and dropped it in front of him. He laughed. "The blind can still hunt." He said cheerfully.
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Post by squirrlflight on Dec 8, 2006 7:46:08 GMT -5
i know that.
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 8, 2006 8:10:52 GMT -5
i caught three
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Post by Tears{May}Fall on Dec 8, 2006 12:29:29 GMT -5
"You challenging me?" Midnightstorm asked playfully.
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 9, 2006 10:44:20 GMT -5
hachetfang flatened her ears playfully mayby
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Post by squirrlflight on Dec 10, 2006 10:28:23 GMT -5
" Then I bet I can catch more than You both, then we can go back to camp, it is getting dark out." said WildHeart.
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Post by Tears{May}Fall on Dec 10, 2006 15:54:50 GMT -5
Midnightstorm grinned, the adrenalin that comes with a challenge lighting his sightless eyes and filling his muscles with blazing energy. "On the count of three..." He siad. "One..."
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 10, 2006 18:54:59 GMT -5
two..... hachetfang said as she got ready. she was an exelent hunter.
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Post by squirrlflight on Dec 11, 2006 7:37:43 GMT -5
" Lets Go!!!!!! We will meet back in camp." said WildHeart and jumped off to catch alot of rabbit.
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 11, 2006 8:00:58 GMT -5
hachetfang took off like a bolt of lightning. she was gonna win
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Post by Tears{May}Fall on Dec 11, 2006 15:50:16 GMT -5
Midnightstorm grinned at his cleverness, for he already had a large stash of fresh-kill hidden away some place. He sighed and began to pad over to his stash, picked up as much as he could and padded off in the direction of camp, which he knew by heart to be on the left of the setting sun at exactly fifty run-dashes away.
(continued in 'The Victor' ^^)
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