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✮Silverfeather✮She/Her✮ 21 Moons✮Straight
Silverfeather looked around, her ears perked to hear any signs of prey. She sniffed the air and smelled something tasty. A dove. She followed the scent and before she knew it, she found it, perched up on a rock. Silverfeather crouched down, her tail still, her paws gently padding forward. She kept her eyes on the prey and then with one big leap, she pounced. She knocked the bird off the rock, digging her claws into it, killing it quickly.
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