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Post by Brambleheart on Apr 16, 2009 14:09:49 GMT -5
Brambleheart paced back and forth, her tail slashing through the still wind. She was grumbling under her breath, casting angry looks at the camp entrance. Why couldn't those stupid senior warriors hurry up? She wanted to get out, but she wasn't allowed yet. She began sharpening her claws on the stone wall of her den, flexing them deep. She emerged from her den and blinked in what little sunlight there was. She was going hunting, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
The she-cat slipped through the camp entrance undetected, making her way to the barrenlands. She kept her nose low to the ground, ready to jump on any prey stupid enough to be out. Then she saw it. A vole. Brambleheart smirked and lowered her overly fluffy tail. She dug her nails into the soft sand and shook her haunches, ready to pounce.
There was a sound, and the vole took off. She yowled in anger and spun around to face whoever scared away her prey. "Who dares take away prey from Fireclan?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing. Her ears were flat against her head, her teeth bared. [/size] |
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