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Post by Emberstep on Aug 11, 2009 16:38:13 GMT -6
Emberstep padded out of camp with the rest of the hunting patrol, ears twitching for any sounds of hidden prey.
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Post by Moonfeather on Aug 11, 2009 22:53:32 GMT -6
Moonfeather followed, her ears pricked, her jaw slightly ajar. Then she twitched her whiskers before dropping into a crouch and, keeping her tail low, padded to the bush at the side. There was a mouse sitting there, busy. With a swift move, the experienced warrior dashed forward and swiped the mouse, giving it a quick nip on it's neck. Then she dug a hole and dropped the mouse in it, covering it lightly then remembering their location. With a easy grace, she padded back to the main group.
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Post by Emberstep on Aug 12, 2009 8:13:58 GMT -6
Emberstep crouched forward as a blackbird alighted on a quivering oak branch, its glossy black wings hiding it's face as it preened itself. Ears pricked and nostrils flared for any sign of a change of wind, she crept forward slowly and carefully, flattening herself as low as possible to prevent herself from being seen. Finally, she was almost directly underneath the branch. With a powerful leap, she grabbed the bird between her claws and landed, breaking it's neck with a quick, easy bite. She buried the limp, feathered figure beneath the tree and looked around for more prey.
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