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Chameleon
Prey...
Bluetalon sniffed the air, taking in a long breath. The cool air pierced her lungs. Burning them with cold. But the fresh feeling overwhelmed her. The scent of the grass and flowers surrounded her. Her blue fur felt cool, and she looked down at the green grass. How good would it feel, how much of a relief.
She could stop lying to herself for one moment. Bluetalon could let everything be free. She imagined the crimson rivers running through the grass. Her paws colored and stained.
No, Stop. Her eyes filled with fear, shaking her head once more as she looked at Yewclaw. "S-so, you know any good spots?"
She asked, tail waving back and forth. Her eyes darted at the cat, sniffing as her imagination wafted over her. The copper-metallic scent felt so familiar,
but far. It had been a while since she had hunted. Her claws hung out,
longer than normal. And sharper, might I add. Bluetalon glanced down,
noticing the several shredded pieces of grass. She had been clawing at it without knowing. Stepping back, she shook the blades from her paws. The sticking sap annoyed her. "There is a good spot I know, shall we head there?" Bluetalon asked, eyes darting at the tom once more.