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Post by Lynxheart on Jun 12, 2016 14:33:04 GMT -6
Leaves crunched under Lynxheart's paws as she walked around the camp bored. There were some days where there was nothing to do. Mostly all of Lynxheart's apprentices had disappeared without a trace. Lynxheart padded towards the fresh-kill pile.
The tortoiseshell and white she-cat leaned down to grab a robin with her jaws, Lynxheart then trotted over to a shady spot. She began to pluck some of the feathers off the prey before tearing off a bit of flesh and chewing it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 7:13:42 GMT -6
Sorrelpaw paused for a moment, considering getting some prey from the pile. She was starving, but no way was she going to abandon her nice shady spot that she had been in since she had awoken that morning. Unfortunately, it was invaded by a tortoishell and white she cat who sat down and started on a robin. Sorrelpaw dashed through the space between the warrior and the den, hoping to go unnoticed and not have to converse with a new cat.
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