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Post by Blackstar on Jan 7, 2013 17:40:31 GMT -5
A sleek, muscular tom padded quietly through the forest. His yellow eyes scanned the forest around, alert for any movement. Although he wasn't on a hunting patrol he figured he could look out for prey. Blackstar brushed through the bushes, shaking off the snow that fell onto his pelt. He was young for being leader. But tried hard, and hopefully succeeded. He wouldn't let ThunderClan fall.
Blinking, he found a bare spot without snow under the protection of a tree. Sitting down, the big tom rasped a tongue over his chest fur and gazed back up. He stayed silent, observing everything in his sight intently. He wouldn't be able to live in an open area like WindClan, that's for sure. [/center][/size]
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Post by Badgertooth on Jan 7, 2013 23:00:18 GMT -5
Badgertooth crouched motionless as he watched a small mouse scurry two tail lengths in-front of him,hearing its tiny heartbeat in his ears, he could feel his mouth began to water as a could almost taste the scrumptious looking prey. The massive, muscular tom knew it was time to strike, with lighting fast reflexes 's he launched his right front paw with unsheathed claws forward at his target. Feeling his claws tear through the tiny creature, with a glow of success the tom went back to collect the other two morsels of prey he had berried previously for safe keeping. He was just padding back when the clan leaders scent struck his nose, feeling surprised the great deputy began to pad in the direction of his leader stopping ever now and then to put the prey down and scent the air.
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