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Originally Posted by Flameleaf
@ julean
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Dusktalon entered the camp, she carried a mouse and a shrew by their tails. The she-cat walked over to the kill pile and dropped the prey. Dusktalon looked at her paws and began tossing dirt on them. She sat down and looked around camp. Who next... She thought. Hm, I’ll figure it out... The warrior closed her eyes and replayed her bully’s death again in her mind. She grinned at the thought of another cat dying again. She wanted to kill another cat, but who. Her eyes scanned the camp again. After a few moments she gave up and decided to wait until someone left camp again.
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Ferretfoot padded into the camp firmly. From her mouth hung a vole, and the sleek looking molly's eyes were open and crystal clear. She took in the familiar view and scent of the camp, trotting her way over to the fresh kill pile. Here, she placed the vole, then turned to scan over the few lingering cats in camp. Someone caught her eye: Dusktalon. Gracefully, the shecat slid her way to sit next to Dusk is silence, close enough to feel shared body heat. "How are you, Dusky?" There was a hint of genuine care wandering in her flowery voice, audits atop her head twisting to take in whatever reaction Dusktalon had.