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Lately, I just seem to hunt. I always hunt all day and get no regards for my work. I should be training, but where is my mentor? Never mind. I put my nose in the air and sniff. There might be a mouse near by, it's hard to tell. I slowly approach the root-covered hole. A whole family is sleeping in there. I realize that I forgot to thank Starclan for the rabbit, how could I've been so foolish? But first, I swoop my paw in there and kill each mice one by one. Thank you Starclan, and please forgive me for my earlier actions. After thanking Starclan, I get each mouse up. One, two three,four, five, wait, there's more? There was eight mice in all. If only I brought someone with me, but no one would care. Why do I even try? I grunt and manage to fit all the mice in my mouth by their tails. Once again, I walk back to camp and plop all the mice to the fresh kill pile. Is Scarredpelt watching?
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