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Rowan
Splashleap winced slightly as she padded across the sand, feeling it creep into her paws. ICK. She did NOT enjoy that texture, but she supposed crabs tasted nice. If she caught a few then she'd be justified in eating one, and that was something to look forward to. Worth dealing with the nasty sand texture on her dry paws, at least. It was somewhat more tolerable if her paws were wet, or if she was on the coarser sand, but that came with the risk of shells and this fine, slightly sticky sand near the edge of the water was absolutely repugnant. Crabs. Focus on the crabs. Or....the thought of crabs. She couldn't see any at the moment. Drat.
Fortunately for the fresh-kill pile, there were a few small birds hopping about on the sand. What exactly they were eating was a mystery, but they were something to hunt at least, shrimpy as they were. Dropping into a crouch, and thanking the stars that she wasn't terribly large (though the white splashes on her pelt probably didn't make her the stealthiest), Splashleap snuck across the shore. She got pretty close before they tensed, tiny heads pricking up. Oh well. Time to charge then! Lunging forwards, she managed to pin one of the small creatures to the ground. The other two fled twittering away, but one of the sparrows was now dead on the ground in front of her. She had something at least.