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Originally Posted by RosePelt145
RiverShade got to her paws and padded towards the Fresh kill pile, which looked pitifully small, typical of leaf-bare. She would go out hunting later, she decided as she picked up a trout in her jaws. She took her meal a couple of tail lengths away, settling down to wait for Yarrowcough.
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Yarrowcough joined her and was greeted by the peuty trout
oh well he smiled slightly”You can eat first.” He meowed