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Post by Nightstar on Nov 19, 2011 13:53:21 GMT -5
Nightstar was hot on the trail of a rabbit. Suddenly, a squeak of surprise rang from Nightstar as she tripped and tumbled to the ground, spitting in annoyance. She had lost her prey. "Fox dung!" She cursed, sitting up. She shook the leaves and debris out of her once-silky pelt and once again set off in search of prey. She scowled after a moment and twisted her head around to lap at her hind leg; she believed she had injured herself in the fall. She spat out another curse and plopped down, checking over her leg. 'I've definitely sprained it... She shook her head and stood to continue to try and hunt. She could smell vole, close. She entered a very akward hunting crouch, ignoring the pain from her leg muscles. She crept forward and swept a vole into the air with her front paws. Her claws scraped over the throat of the animal in perfect placement and it went limp. She picked it up in her jaws with a small trill of triumph, and set off towards camp. 'This should be enough for now...'
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