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Post by Dreamsong.X.Nightpelt on Jun 19, 2009 20:41:26 GMT -5
Oceanbreeze padded into camp with a fresh plump vole hanging from her mouth. She dropped it on the fresh kill pile and looked up breathing in the fresh air.
It was such a beautiful day. The hunting was okay so far and it was still early.
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Post by ๖Exile๖ on Jun 19, 2009 20:54:06 GMT -5
Redstar
The ginger tom padded out of his den, emerging from the hollow at the bottom of the tree. Hazel eyes gleamed in the sunlight as he surveyed the fresh-kill pile with satisfaction. Prey was not as plentiful as he liked, but it was enough--for now. Redstar approached Oceanbreeze, flicking his ears in a quick greeting. "Good morning, and good job," the cat mewed, nodding at the vole. "How's the prey out there?"
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Post by Dreamsong.X.Nightpelt on Jun 20, 2009 18:17:36 GMT -5
"It's okay so far," she meowed nodding respectfully. "But its still early. It will get better," she meowed with a smile.
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