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Post by ripped. on Apr 29, 2008 20:06:48 GMT -5
[xo.So this is what we're up against.ox]
Ginger fur contrasted against the gray ash, the silent movements visible to the eye. Yet he stalked on, unnoticed. Prey was scarce these days, so this thrush he caught sight of was precious. Every scrap of anything edible was vital to the Clan. Why the shortage of food has come upon the Clans is unknown, and it's already began to take it toll on many felines.
[xo.Yeah this is what we're up against.ox]
Firepaw was inexperienced, but determined to at least try. Practice makes perfect; isn't that the old saying? He didn't care at the moment. Amber orbs were locked on the prey, and when he believed the moment was right, he pounced.
[xo.Face it.ox]
When he leapt, a few leaves rustled from underneath his paws, alerting the thrush of his presence. It scampered away just as he landed, his claws digging into the ground where the thrush once stood. Firepaw growled, and struck out at the ground in frustration, loose ash flying into the air. He wondered if he ever could be a good a warrior as his mentor was.
[xo.This is what we're up, up against.ox]
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