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Originally Posted by S-oft
Sunchaser stalked into the clearing, his large red paws were covered in soot from padding about the old ashes of the forest, a little curious to see what was sneaking about in the dark charcoals that once marked where their territory was. Life always rises from the ashes, after all. Sunchaser had a small small squirrel in his large golden jaws. Its tail was sizzled away, the skin deformed but healed, almost melted like but prey was prey, even if it was practically cooked.
The old tom cat laid its lifeless body in the prey pile. He aught to groom his fur from the gray-black hues of the soot. Sunchaser would do it eagerly if it wasn't for the foul taste the burnt dust left in his mouth. Nevertheless, the golden tom laid out under the careful watch of the glowing sun and began to clean his fur.
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Greyheart padded up to Sunchaser, the burned squirrel catching his eye. "Where did you find that? I would've thought all the prey caught in the fire would have been eaten or found already."