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Post by Moondrop on Sept 30, 2007 20:51:10 GMT -5
Branchpelt rushed out of the Windclan camp ready to hunt. He looks around and spots a rabbit. He stalks his prey barely touching the ground. He jumps and kills the rabit in one bite. He buries his prey and runs off to find more.
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Post by lillycloud on Nov 25, 2007 20:25:47 GMT -5
Branchpelt clawed the tree angrily. He had never been this mad before. Three hunting patrols, and no prey. He felt like he had betrayed his clan. He tore at the roots of the tree for hours, before finally settling down to sleep, as the sun had sunk and the moon risen as he had been clawing. His sleep was restless and fitful and when he woke he was glad it was not real. He shook his head angrily, then padded off to find some prey hoping not to fail his clan again today.
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