Re: Fisher's Point
Miststone walked quietly through the grass. It was beautiful out, with the sun rising to greet the morning. Miststone smiled. The short she-cat always loved times like this.
Suddenly, she heard a faint rustle ahead of her. She crouched into a hunting position, her tail motionless behind her.
A small mouse darted in front of her. Miststone used that moment to pounce. She picked up the little grey mouse and trotted back to camp.
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