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Originally Posted by Dirtfur
Dirtfur kinked an invisible eyebrow at the dirt pile and the dead mouse beside. He slightly giggled seeing the young molly squeezing and having pieces of fur on her nose. finally, the gray and white warrior explained. "Hmm," the brown tabby looked back at the dead mouse. Now hearing it, the fresh-kill does seems like no warrior, but a rogue, had taken the mouse's life. "Helping hands that Lionstar won't like," he joked. "I'll report him of the rogue, now is time to take back the fresh-kill to camp." Dirtfur meowed, picking up his catch. |
Nodding now as she put her cheery smile back on her face. Somewhere deep inside, her failed mission and catching the crook was nagging at her, but she managed to push it down and she covered up the dead mouse and unburied her own kill. A shiver ran down her pelt from her experience with the fur and she shook it out as she padded through the snow to catch up with Dirtfur. She came out here to hunt and have fun and she wasn't gonna ruin that now. Giggling a little at his joke, she walked beside him, tail swishing high in the air. "Yeah, maybe he'll hire them to get off his territory, can't work for free y'know!" she said, snickering at the thought of it. Suddenly, she bounded ahead, all spirits back in order as she crouched down in front of him playfully. "Hey Dirtfur, think fast!" she shouted, pawing some snow at him and running off towards camp laughing.