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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Aug 7, 2008 8:57:31 GMT -5
Disappearingact
The large, rusty colored tom made his way up onto the Oak Hills, stopping at the top of a ridge and peering out over SunsetClan's territory. He twitched his nose, whiskers forward, sniffing quietly for any signs of prey on the breeze. As Grievingpaw caught up to him, Disappearingact flicked his tail and mewed a rather flat reply to the earlier question.
"Let's see your hunting skills, first, Grievingpaw..."
Padding down the ridge into a nestle of reeds in a marshy spot, the orangey red tom pushed his way through the plants, freezing as a water vole scuttled by like a fat beetle. He drew up his long training of standing perfectly still, and his coat seemed to blend him into the rust-tinged reed leaves as he whispered lowly to Grievingpaw,
"Try to catch that vole, over there."
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Post by moonless on Aug 17, 2008 21:06:33 GMT -5
ooc: Why is there two of these?
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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Aug 17, 2008 21:40:42 GMT -5
ooc: I accidentally posted it twice, I guess. ><
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