Coldwind circled around the squirrel to keep downwind and out of its sight.His paws landed lightly on the ground,not making a noise.When he was behind it,he stalked closer,placing his paws lightly on the ground.When he was only a few taillengths away,he prepared to pounce.A loud snap broke the silence.One of his paws had hit a small twig,snapping it.The squirrles head shot up,holding the acorn.It started to run,So the gray Tom pounced,knowing though it was probably to late to catch it.It ran under a tree root,disappearing under the tree.
"Foxdung!" Coldwind hissed,pacing around the tree.The past moon hadn't been going well for him.First off,his daughter had broke her leg,and he still didn't know if she would ever be a warrior a again,and secondly, the past four times he had went hunting,he hadn't found a thing.This time,he had found something,but he hadn't managed to catch it,meaning he would go back to camp empty handed again .He sighed,walking away from the tree.He still had time to bring something back maby,even if it was only a mouse.He stopped after walking a few tail lengths though,smelling someone else in the air.He recognized the scent immediately. How could he forget it?They had been the only one that could make him not feel alone again sence his mate died.He looked around,trying to see them and determine if the scent was stale or not.
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