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@Stormfeather {Foxxi}

A small mouse was dropped on the fresh-kill pile, having been a weak and easy-to-catch rodent. Bearblaze shook his head at the measly catch, disappointed; he'd always had trouble hunting, with his large body and fluffy fur rustling and getting caught on the leaves, as well as his struggles to stay silent with his lumbering steps. Not hungry himself, he found a nice, quiet spot in the clearing away from others and began to groom his thick fur, tangled from his hunt. Though he was much nore skilled in combat than hunting, he didn't like to fight that much, despite knowing it was inevitable. He made sure to hunt as much as he could to try and improve, and he wasn't even sure how he became a warrior with his hard time hunting. He sat straight up once more once he finished grooming, and watched others socialize around him. He only had a few friends because of his inability to talk to others well, and those who were his friends and family he was very close to, but he wished he was able to talk to others without getting awkward. He always seemed to be unable to come up with a response to others, even when they asked him a simpke question. To him, it was a curse, but he was grateful for those who had stuck around him and took the time to get close to him, and those cats would more than likely have his loyalty forever.