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Post by nightstream on Mar 11, 2007 0:38:26 GMT -5
Shock sat all alone thinking, hunerly. He took a deap breath smelling a rat, his mouth watered. He then relized it was him. He groweled at himself for being so dumb in thinking he was a rat. His ears picked up a scruffling, his yellow eyes the darkness seeing a little vole. It was small it would help him from completely starving. He gave a sigh and got in the hunter's crouch, and leaped on the vole killing it instently. He didn't waist any time in eating it whole. He gave a slight purr of satisfactory. He padded to a dirty water pool which often made him have a stomach ache. His nose caught the smell of fresh kill. He lapped up some water as he thought about how he would steal prey. He sat up straight, Devilclan hasn't seen me in a while, and I might be mentioned in the next meeting. He joked with himself and slumped to a croutch as he quickly went to Devilclan. He was aware of how much the snow had him stick out horribley. But, he was glad it was melting. Reaching the border of Sunclan and Devilclan he might wage a war too. He surpresed a mrrow of laughter.
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Post by nightstream on Mar 11, 2007 1:04:57 GMT -5
Shock ran in his den quickly. He set his...Devilclan's....rabbit...very plump rabbit. He sunk his big teeth in the neck first, pretending he caught it. Pride swalled him up and his chest puffed up. He let his muscular body rest while his stomach began to be full once more. It was a moonly thing. He would pick one day each moon to be full. He went over to his pool and lapped up a mouthful of cool water. He lay in the darkness, totally invisible, purring. His big yellow eyes closed and he relaxed slightly, keeping his ears perked and alert. He soon was able to take a nap. He's flank steadly filled up then fell flat. He started to twich with dreams of his past. The kit version of Shock, frightened and awake. He looked at his mther and sister. 'Drats' he thought 'they're asleep.' He lifted himself up shakeyly and ran afer a butterfly for sort of company. Not watching where he was going he stumbled in a den. It was very dark and he could not see. He smelled the air, fox. Only one though, and it nipped at him as he was stuck in a coner, he begain to yowell for help, but no one was there to save him. He woke up to a cold sweat. And cats wonder qhy I am like this. If they had my kit hood they would be just like me. He thout coldly.
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