[Leaf_tail]

Leaftail slid through the underbrush, keeping her eyes on the vole scampering in front of her. With a growl, she pounced on the prey and sank her claws into the creature's back, dispatching it with a quick snap of its neck. She sat up, eyeing the prize appreciatively, when a crack sounded behind her. She raised her haunches and looked around. "Mouse dung," she muttered to herself. She had strayed too close to the border. What would Passionblaze say?

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