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Post by Lizardleap on Feb 6, 2013 21:55:09 GMT -6
He soon reached the territory, and looked back at Greenswallow to see if she was following along. It had been a while since he had gone into the territory as well. It felt good to be rid of the rather stuffy and musty smell of camp, and breathe in some fresh mountain air.
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Post by Greenswallow on Feb 6, 2013 21:59:33 GMT -6
Greenswallow walked along and ended up being ahead of Lizardleap.
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Post by Lizardleap on Feb 6, 2013 22:00:17 GMT -6
Lizardleap strode faster to catch up with Greenswallow.
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Post by Greenswallow on Feb 6, 2013 22:02:17 GMT -6
Greenswallow stopped when they reached the middle or as some called the heart of the territory. She waited for Lizardleap to start for some reason.
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Post by Lizardleap on Feb 6, 2013 22:04:40 GMT -6
Lizardleap stopped besides Greenswallow, then realized she wanted him to start. He started walking a short while in another direction, opening his mouth to scent. Soon the smell of some prey hit him ... what was it again? Squirrel? Probably. Soon its bushy tail came into sight, and he dropped into a crouch. He stalked it for a few fox-lengths, then pounced, reaching down for a killing bite. The squirrel fell limp, and he silently thanked CloudClan.
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Post by Greenswallow on Feb 6, 2013 22:07:28 GMT -6
Greenswallow saw Lizardleap catch a squirrel. She headed towards the river to fish.
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