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Post by TOSSI. on Apr 17, 2012 17:17:45 GMT -8
newleaf was a time for celebrating; and celebrating, rockclaw was. the weather was perfect that day, with the sun shining and a nice breeze blowing through his dark tabby pelt. windclan was doing great as of recent, and was exceptionally healthy during leafbare as well. It warmed his fur to know such things, and he trotted along the moorland, feeling the familiar whisp of his fur ruffling around him. he had to admit, even though he hated his long fur in the summer, the winter was always great. he was warm all the time!
he suddenly stopped as the scent of rabbit crossed his scent glands. he dropped immediately into a hunter's crouch and crept forward, yellow eyes searching for his prey. a few moments later, it appeared, and he narrowed his eyes, completely focused on the rabbit knawing away on grass seeds a couple fox-lengths away. the rabbit was plump; just what the clan needed. when he was a few tail-lengths away, he lunged, claws extended as he took chase. his muscles bunched and sprang with each stride, and after a few seconds, the rabbit was hanging limp in his jaws.
satisfied by his catch, he moved to sit upon the top of the old badger set, rabbit by his side as he looked over the moorland. the open space gave him a sense of freedom, and he loved it here; just like any other cat should.
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