Night Prowler {open

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://www.commentnation.com/hotlinks/damask_wallpaper_seamless_background_light_gray.jpg'); width: 500px; height: 500px; border: 5px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; -o-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px, bTable][STYLE=background: url('http://i1193.photobucket.com/albums/aa351/Catamanti/ashpaw.png'); border: 2px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -80px; margin-left: 140px;]CATERPILLAR IN THE TREE[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; font: 15pt arial; color: #4E8F9A; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -4px; opacity: 0.6; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]HOW YOU WONDER WHO YOU'LL BE[/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: -4px;]CAN'T GO FAR, BUT[/style][STYLE= font: 20pt arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color:#4E8F9A; border-bottom: 2px dashed #4E8F9A; width: 300px; margin-left: 95px; margin-top: -4px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -4px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111;]YOU CAN ALWAYS DREAM[/style][tr][STYLE=height: 300px; width: 360px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 70px;][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #315767; text-align: justify; text-transform: none; padding: 10px; ]Yellow-green eyes flashed as Fernpaw crouched, waiting for the rabbit to go back to grazing. It was the first rabbit she'd seen in a few days, and the gray she-cat was not about to let it escape from her. It was getting darker out, but the young apprentice wasn't in any hurry to get back to camp. She hadn't been able to find her mentor that day to go training, or, rather, she'd hidden from her mentor so that she didn't have to train, but catching a couple of mice and now possibly a rabbit would make up for it, right? She hoped so. As soon as the rabbit turned from her, Fernpaw sprang. She was a good two tail-lengths away from it when it began to run, but her lean body caught up to it quickly. Fernpaw landed on top of the wriggling creature with a thud and killed it swiftly with a bite to the neck. "Thanks, Starclan." she said, glancing up at the sky. The wind had picked up slightly, bringing with it the scent of another cat. Fernpaw sniffed the air more thoroughly, noting that the other was still a ways off, and reasoned that she could get the rabbit back to the camp before they reached her. Fernpaw bent down and picked the rabbit up by the neck. She trotted away from the moorland and back to camp. By the time she'd convinced the warrior guarding the camp that she'd left two mice buried out on the moor, and that, yes, that's all she was going out to get, the sun was almost parallel to the horizon. The small she-cat wandered about, sniffing at grass, trying desperately to remember where the mice were buried. Everything was so different in the dark! She'd never really been out at night, and it was an all new experience for her. Fernpaw growled in frustration. "Only I can lose prey that I caught." she muttered. She sat down with a huff and looked around her. The wind brought all kinds of scents to her nose: grass, dirt, cat, water-- wait. Cat? Fernpaw scented the air again. It was the cat she'd smelled earlier, but they were a lot closer now. "Hello?" she meowed tentatively. [/style][/style][STYLE=font: 25pt arial narrow; text-align:center; margin-bottom: -60px; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY[/style]

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a small silver tabby feline padded lightly across the moor, her fur ruffled against the breeze that constantly swept over the flattened earth. movement caught her right emerald hue and she dropped to the floor, belly fur brushing lightly against the earth as she quickly snuck forward. upon closer inspection, the pretty she-cat realized that it was another feline, chasing after a small hare. whisperpaw's eyes widened and her whiskers twitched. tasting the wind, the husky feline realized that the cat chasing its prey was fernpaw, one of her denmates. whisperpaw smiled and hunkered closer to the ground, tail sweeping the ground behind her. go fernpaw! she cheered silently, the fur on her neck pricking with excitement. fernpaw quickly dispatched her prey and glanced around carefully before quickly loping off, rabbit dangling from her jaws. whisperpaw frowned, fernpaw was too far to reach now.

thankfully, whisperpaw stumbled across some mice that had recently been buried and presumed they belonged to fernpaw, or some other cat from her clan. suddenly, fernpaw's scent reached her nostrils again and the small husky feline thought maybe the wind had picked up and brought her scent closer, but decided she better look around anyways. she soon came across fernpaw, who seemed to be looking for something. "looking for these?" she mewed, the pair of mice dangling from her jaws.