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Post by Foxtwist on Mar 5, 2017 19:57:42 GMT -6
As even approached, a pretty ginger and white she-cat padded into RockClan camp after a long day of hunting. She dropped her kill into the prey pile softly, and sighed. She was hungry, but felt too guilty to eat an entire kill by herself. After all, there were many that needed the food more than she did. She looked at the pile, then looked away with a sigh. She padded silently away, deciding she could last a night without.
She began grooming her once glowing, now dusty, pelt after looking around for someone to share with. She seemed to be alone, and now had nothing better to do. |
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