[Sequoia Needles]

Sequoia's russet fur shimmered in the sun. He blinked his murky yellow eyes sleepily. The crate he had been sleeping in was not comfortable at all. He yawned once and got up, shaking the dust out of his fur.

Sequoia walked over to the smaller box next to the one he slept in. It held his prey. He grabbed a mouse and quickly ate it. He peered over the edge of the small box again and sighed. Looks like he was hunting today. He turned towards the forest.
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