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Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life
@ Okapi
A tortoiseshell she-cat sat in the clearing. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the sound of the trickling stream, and the snow crunch under other cats' paws. Her tail waved and she let out a purr. Then FinchFlower smelt prey. A hunting patrol must have just returned. The warrior opened her eyes. She gagged at the sight of dead voles and fish. Whatever, fish smells bad anyway and most cats from the other clans say it feels funny in their mouth so...there that's my excuse. Anyway, by me not eating, it leaves prey to feed the rest of the clan! but no matter how much the she-cat told herself that, she still felt slightly guilty. The tortoiseshell stared at her white paws blending in with the snow and rolled around a stone until she felt better. |
Aspenleaf had just returned from a patrol and sat down next to Finchflower,” Greetings. It’s a shame we only have a few more days before the river will freeze up.” She told her as fish was her favorite food and she’d be without it shortly.