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Deranged Llama
Oh! It was Waterbarn, not a den... the tom had no clue what a barn was. It made him want to head back to camp and ask his mo- he shook the thought off and quickly threw himself into exploring and hunting for the clan. He wasn't all that well versed in the hunting and was probably a little rusty. Still, he needed to help feed the clan. This place was load with mice, he quickly moved into a hunting crouch, a little clumsy, but he still managed to catch effectively jump and catch one by the tail. He ended its life immediately and got to business hunting for more.