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Post by promises on Nov 5, 2009 12:26:23 GMT -5
Dewthistle padded slowly out into the clearing, shaking out his white pelt, the dainty pieces of moss flying in all directions as he blinked, grateful of the warming suns rays.
Sleepy as he was, he knew even though the fresh kill pile was growing steadily, he could add his few catches to the stats. Besides, he needed the practice. His piercing amber gaze fell slowly to the few warriors that were still in camp, sighing heavily as his paws led him towards them.
Even if he was a bit of loner, he knew hunting with a patrol wouldn't be quite as satisfactory as hunting with only a couple of fellow warriors, and purred a greeting as he skidded to a halt, aware of the dusty ground under-paw.
"Anyone fancy hunting? I'm open" he mewed cheerily, paws kneading the ground in anticipation and for the first time he realized how hungry he was.
"I'll just grab something to eat first" he corrected, and swerved awkwardly to avoid confrontation about his many varying moods. Picking a juicy mouse from the pile, he sat down beside the apprentices den and tucked eagerly into his meal.
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