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Originally Posted by Silvershadow
Salem nodded to Shadpelt, still trying to hide his laughter. He watched Fang as she sat under a torn bush a few tail- lengths away, her eyes dark. Salem knew she was mad and tried to stop laughing. He focused his attention to Shadepelt, hoping that he would be able to stop thinking about Fang's mud- dive. "How's the prey running?" He asked.
Fang watched the two toms, the tip of her tail twitching with annoyance. Salem always did better than her. He was better at hunting. Better at fighting. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws, trying to find a way to get back at him.
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Instead of answering Salem, Shadepelt notices Fang's actions. "Is there something bothering Fang? She seems quite high strung at the moment."