Re: ThunderClan Clearing
Hawk crouched on the dip to the Thunderclan clearing, circling it. He settled just above the freshkill pile, his yellow eyes looking for something to eat. His pelt blending in well to the ground, a gift from his Thunderclan mother, it was hard to see him. His eyes flitted up to the clearing, watching their eyes to see if any cat was paying attention. Once he decided it was clear, he picked a moment to slowly slide down the slope, staying well camouflaged. His muzzle, keeping sure it was still in the shadows, snaked forward to the freshest kill. A fat squirrel. He liked his lips in delight and then slowly clamped his teeth around it's neck. Checking for eyes burning into his pelt again, he quickly turned and scampered his way back to the top. Feeling satisfied with his discovery, he at first crouched as he went away before trotting and jumping into a tree. There, he enjoyed the squirrel contently.
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