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[Vylad]

Maplepaw trotted beside her brother.

[storm coming.]

Greypaw closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly as he scented for prey. He could pick up the faint scent of a squirrel, but he continued looking because the squirrel passed by awhile ago and wasn't anywhere nearby.

[Vylad]

Maplepaw had hunted down a vole. While Thornpaw missed a thrush.

[storm coming.]

Greypaw skidded to a halt as he reached a small stream that happened to have plenty of fish inside of it. He sat down next to the water and wrapped his tail around his paws. Then he peered into the water with his forest green eyes but he took caution that his shadow didn't fall over the water and frighten the prey away. His eyes landed on a fish and quickly he unsheathed his claws. In a poised position, he waited until the right moment came along. Then he slammed his paw into the water and hooked his claws into the fish, pulling it up onto the surface where he killed it with a swift bite to the neck.

[Vylad]

Maplepaw climbed up a tree and scented the air.

[storm coming.]

Greypaw tossed the dead fish aside as he proceeded to fish. He scanned the water and struck his paw down into the water, pulling once again a fish out of the water. He usually despised fishing because it meant getting his extremely long gray pelt wet and it always weighed him down. Though this time he was enjoying it and having a good time.

[Vylad]

Thornpaw walked over to Graypaw. "How's the prey running here?" He asked calmly.

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|Dewpaw| Tagged; Cedarpaw

She flinched some, turning her head to follow the source and smiling faintly at the tom. "Stupid furball." He chuckled, before focusing her attention back on the pile. She pulled out a shrew, her head throbbing as she dragged it off another piece of kill. She squinted her eyes, making her way for the edge of camp. She stumbled a little, beogre finally lowering herself to the ground and eating. She glanced up from her meal; the world felt like it was spinning, making her dizzy.

[crabodile]

[[My cats are open.]]

[storm coming.]

{ all my other characters are open. }

greypaw.
the tom flicked his tail and took his gaze away from the water; looking over at thornpaw. he let out a small purr before replying, "i've caught a couple of fish so far... care to join me?" he asked with a friendly and welcoming smile.