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Oak squeezed himself through the thorny entrance stretching out by arching his striped tabby back. His brown gaze traveled the clearing a moment. Maybe those mousebrained hunters caught something good to eat. The exhilarated nine moon old trotted briskly to the fresh kill pile sniffing about the small surface. There were a few scrawny mice and two voles in the nearly empty pile and Oak decided that he would take the best of the bunch plucking out the vole with a hooked claw. The young Dusk Syndicate member hoped this was his last meal as a kit since he would be made a higher rank hopefully by the end of this moon. Oak scarfed down the vole licking his jaw as he finished the morsel and then cleaning himself with brisk strokes.