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[ @The Cannibal; ]

"Damn it!"
Tawnystep skid to a stop, glaring as a scrawny hare slipped into hiding. She sat down with an audible thump, her tail lashing in annoyance. "I could have had that if I hadn't tripped over that stupid pebble!" The russet molly grumbled to herself, making up excuses as to why she lost the prey. Her pupils were narrowed as she looked around, hoping nobody else saw her. With a curse spewing from her lips, Tawnystep stood up and stretched, shaking out her pelt.
"I'll just have to try again," she mewed, determined. Her paws were confident as she stepped forward, scenting the air for more prey. Catching a whiff of a mouse, Tawnystep immediately dropped into a hunter's crouch, her ears pointed forward. She stalked toward the scent until she was almost ready to pounce, her rump wriggling in the air. Though, before she jumped, she stopped and looked closely at the ground, making sure there were no rocks around. A satisfied purr slid from her mouth before she pounced, landing just short of the mouse. It darted away, squeaking with fright. Tawnystep chased after it, not paying attention to where she was running.
She just wanted that damn mouse.