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HUNTING
Dec 29, 2009 11:27:58 GMT -5
Post by Metallicpool on Dec 29, 2009 11:27:58 GMT -5
Metalicpool awoke in his den. The sunlight shineing in his eyes. he got up and stretched. He padded out of his den. There was not one peace of prey in the fresh kill pile. So he headed toward the forest. Hopefully the prey was awake. He padded far out into trees in the forest. He saw a squrirrel out in the open. scraping at somethimg underneath the leaves on the forest floor. Excellent! Dropping into a hunters crouch, Metalicpool crept silently up on his prey, his belly fur brushing the ground. There was no wind to carry his scent, and he was sure he hadn't made a sound, but before he had covered half the distance the squrriel started up in alarm and launched itself toward the nearest tree. he lanched his self towards it. As he ran he noticed the squirrel was entirely to fat to run as fast as him. metalicpool gave a good leap, and dug his claw into its back, crushing the squirrels spine. He locked the squrriel in his jaws, and carryed it back to his camp. He sat down proud of his catch, thanked starclan, and ate. THE END.
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