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Originally Posted by RosePelt145
Leaf-bare was in full swing, and the shining sun did nothing to warm the chill in the air. Prey was little this season, and all the cats seemed to be feeling the effects.
A young, pretty she-cat appeared from the warriors den, her lean muscles rippling under her sleek pelt as she moved, padding across the Clearing. She went towards the Fresh kill pile, but it was obvious she was getting there by smell and touch, from the way she kept her nose to the ground and kept her tail on at least one side of her to touch the ground around her. She sniffed the pile and took a rabbit in her jaws.
The she-cat padded over to a corner, settling down to eat. She began to tear apart the rabbit, unaware of the gray tom grooming a few tail lengths away.
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Graypelt stood up and saw the blind she-cat. He knew she was blind, and decided to go over to her to see if she needed any help. He got to his paws and padded over to her, his thick-furred tail swishing.
"Hello there." he meowed.