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Post by stranger on Jul 15, 2008 9:37:14 GMT -5
A large black and white tom stalked towards the border. His eyes fixxed on the mouse that was found just on his side of the border. He nosed his nose closer to the mouse and than he leapt. Missing it by a mouse-tail, but also going to the border by a mouse-tail. Turning tails he sat with his face and body in the snow. He was worried a ememy clan would come. But than he leapt to his paws. He turned alittle and spotted another mouse. Creeping up on it he grapped it by the neck and shook it till he new it was dead. Good job Stranger! He thought.
**I know it sucked**
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Post by dove on Jul 18, 2008 13:34:49 GMT -5
Swanwing appeared behind some undergrowth. "Smooth," She teased, flicking her tail to and fro. She stopped, her ears twitching before landing into a pile of leaves, catching a mouse. "Not very big," She criticized her catch, poking it with her claw. "But it'll do, I guess." She commented, more to herself.
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