Curious wrote:D R E A M P A W shot off into the forest. Immediately, she used her soft paws pads to dodge fallen leaves and twigs so as to not startle prey. She slowed down considerably and crouched low, the smell of mouse reaching her scent glands. She followed it stealthily, tracking down her prey. She finally found it nibbling at grass at the base of an oak tree. She crouched lower, and pounced, snapping its neck before it made any noise. Dreampaw promptly buried her prey and continued in search of more fresh-kill. She placed the scent of vole, and lowered herself behind the undergrowth. She poised, and pounced, only to find herself tackling other cats. Dreampaw coughed out dirt, sitting up. "Riverstorm? Tallspirit?" she asked, confused.
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