Brackentail’s cove. (Public rp)
Brackentail, holding the smallest mouse, padded into his shelter. This was his first meal in days, it was hard, not being able to hunt on clan territory. The clan’s seemed to be where all the prey hung out. In ShadowClan, he rarely starved, unlike now. He twisted his neck, and licked some blood off of his long, horrible back wound, the tang touching his tongue and forming a bitter taste in his mouth. He dropped the mouse at his feet, and stared out into nature.
“Cat’s don’t know how lucky they are, to not have been sliced apart from their loved ones by the iron claw of Dawnstar.” He murmured to himself. He then rested his chin on his paws, and began eating his first meal for 3 days.
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