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Post by ripped. on Jun 11, 2008 21:39:26 GMT -5
A dark brown tabby feline stood still, emerald audits narrowed as it watched the bird peck around with it's little beak. Whatever kind the bird was, it was small, but it was better than no prey at all. Finished scavaging around the burnt wood, finding no more little plants sprouting, it began to take flight. The large, muscular tom leapt, and his claws enclosed around the bird, landing with it beneath his paws. The deadly weapons sunk into the bird's flesh, killing it.
Crimsonstorm buried his kill, making a mentol note to return to it later. He licked his claws until the blood came off, and thought over his hunting trip. One bird, and two scrawny squirrels. It was needless to say the prey have even been affected by the drought. His ears pricked as he heard the pawsteps of another cat; a piece of dead wood had snapped. He acted as though he heard nothing, and parted his jaws to try and scent any other prey in the area. [/center][/color][/blockquote] |
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