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Originally Posted by Angelique
Flowerfern didn't say anything else. The molly turned away from her brother, scenting the air for any sign of prey. It took her a while to find one scent not drowned out by the other. It was a vole who made it to the waters edge. Flowerfern got into a hunters crouch, padding close to it. Once she got closer she pounced and killed it with a quick bite to the neck. She burried it in the streams bank to preserve it before trying ro find something else. |
Meadowdust didn't really hunt, but watched his agile sister. 'No wonder we're different..' he thought.