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Batfang ➳ 22 Moons ➳ Tom ➳ Warrior ➳ No Apprentice ➳ No Mate
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"Nice one!" Batfang purred as he finished burying his chipmunk. "Go ahead and bury your catch there, and we'll see if we can hunt a bit more before we head back to camp." Even though he knew that the Clan would have more than enough to eat, it wasn't every day that prey was so plentiful, and Batfang was enjoying every second of it. Plus, Cloudsong was a fun hunting partner, if a little daring sometimes. He didn't want their fun to end so soon. Sticking his nose in the air, Batfang detected a faint, bird-like smell in the distance. Yes, it was certainly a bird, but he couldn't quite tell what kind. "Come this way," he instructed Cloudsong as he followed his nose.
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