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Post by Alliance on Sept 21, 2016 5:49:00 GMT -6
It was a dark night, the stars barely offering any light for Alliance. The young tom was padding around near the swamp, unaware of the dangers it could possess.
He didn't know any better - he was still very young, oblivious and innocent without a single ill feeling in him. Very unlike the typical DeathClan cat.
Spotting a vole in the distance, he pressed himself down in a terrible hunter's crouch, trying to sneak forward without it noticing him. It did, but he leapt, messily throwing the vole off balance and swiping it across the floor. The poor rodent squeaked in protest and he unsheathed his claws, resulting in a bloody kill.
That's when he heard the rustle in the ferns. His head popped up curiously as he looked around.
"Hello?"
|| for Natalia ||
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