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Originally Posted by Scarecrow102
Prowler looked around the hidden paradise. He wasnt used to being in twoleg territory, but he couldnt resist the lingering smell of prey that led him here. Prowler was hungry, cranky, and tired. after he ate, he was going to wash himself and sleep. after all, this was a pretty nice place to relax.
Prowler's ears twiched as he heard the tiniest sound, coming from the trunk of the tree.
'Time to eat.' Prowler thought, his stomach writhing with hunger. He crouched into a hunter's stance, quick to pounce on the first thing that moved.
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--Molly--
Something didn't smell right. Molly sniffed the air. That didn't smell like anything she knew. Poking her head out from under the fallen Twoleg object, she noticed another cat, a rogue, crouched near the base of her tree, hunting on her grounds?!
"Hey!" Molly leaped out in one graceful movement that showed moons of practice.
"What are you doing?" Normally she liked visitors, but not
rogues, and certainly not
rogues hunting on her grounds!