"Mouse-dung!" Fire's stomach rumbled once again. He'd never been trained how to hunt, and his entire body was reminding him of that. Sure, leaf-bare was a hard time for anyone to hunt, but Fire hadn't caught anything since a small mouse a few days ago. He sat back and looked at the hole the mouse had run down. Though he was just skin and bones, there was no way he could chase it down its miniature burrow.
After a few second, he looked up. Ahead of him stood a giant twoleg nest, bigger than anything he'd seen before, but different.
Have the twolegs left this place? He wondered, getting up and slowly approaching the rotting entrance to the nest.
"Hello?" He meowed as he got to the entrance, both hoping for and dreading a response.
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