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-- Zephyr

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In the middle of a field sat a pale furred tom. The long green grass swayed over him in the wind in a rather comforting way, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. Oh how glad he was that Summer had finally come! It was the gnaw of hunger that brought him back to earth a few minutes later. "Alright, alright, " he murmured sulkily to no one but himself. The small, scrawny young fellow was neither quick nor strong making him a poor hunter, hence his constant delays of the task. Put today he was lucky for many a fat mouse lurk in the fields and after just a few failed tries he had caught one for himself. With a contented sigh he padded into the shelter of the forest and lay down to enjoy his prey.

He must have fallen asleep for his stormy blue eyes blinked open a good while later. An upwards glance told him it was well past noon. Had it not been for the fact that he was dangerously close to one of the places where he often scented and saw cats. Immediately he leaped to his paws, only to freeze a second later. Someone was near. Hoping beyond hope that they had yet to catch wind of him he snuck into the shadow of a bush. Curse this wretched light coat of mine! he thought, slinking as far undercover as he could. He was sure to take extra care to move stealthily, one thing that came naturally to him, then to quiet his breathing. Now, he would wait.

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