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Originally Posted by Flameleaf
@ julean
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Dusktalon entered the camp, she carried a mouse and a shrew by their tails. The she-cat walked over to the kill pile and dropped the prey. Dusktalon looked at her paws and began tossing dirt on them. She sat down and looked around camp. Who next... She thought. Hm, I’ll figure it out... The warrior closed her eyes and replayed her bully’s death again in her mind. She grinned at the thought of another cat dying again. She wanted to kill another cat, but who. Her eyes scanned the camp again. After a few moments she gave up and decided to wait until someone left camp again.
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Ferretfoot planted her paws on the soft soil that was 23 moons familiar to her- the camp. The refreshing scent of clanmates filled her nostrils as the taste of mouse blood lingered in her mouth, trotting over and dropping her prize into the fresh-kill pile.
The innocent molly widened her eyes to take in her surroundings, glancing over the everyday cats until her eyes landed on Dusktalon. She began to wander over, reaching the she and dropping her bottom to a sitting position,
grooming herself. "Successful hunt! I smell it on you. We're one in the same!"