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Originally Posted by Gusty
“How much time, do you think?” The other she-cat mused, sniffing the air for signs of more prey. Her voice was lowered, so that hopefully the prey’s sharp ears wouldn’t catch it. The WindClanner slinked into a crouch, muscles tense, ready to spring on any unsuspecting vole or young rabbit that happened to be nearby.
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She shrugged,"Half an hour, I'd guess." She dropped down into a hunters crouch and caught a cold, before burying it. (sorry super short)