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Post by Hawky on Sept 24, 2012 9:50:03 GMT -5
One, two, three...
Pounce!
A flurry of tortoiseshell fur jumped from its crouched position in the reeds, sending a small amount of sand into the surrounding river. Two, dainty black paws landed a little less than perfectly onto a stray leaf, and their owner gave a rumbling purr of satisfaction. "Gotcha!" Poppypaw playfully bit into the catch as if it were prey, her whiskers twitching mischievously at the thought of a successful hunt. Although she had mastered the art of leaf-hunting, she knew that catching a living, moving piece of prey was just a tad more difficult...
Poppypaw held onto the golden leaf momentarily, then flicked it away with her tail and watched it land a few pawsteps away. It was now Leaf-fall, and the small she-cat couldn't help but worry about doing a majority of her training in the colder, snowy moons. She had just become an apprentice, after all, and she had a long ways to go before she was given her warrior name. My own warrior name! the apprentice thought excitedly. I wonder what it will be!
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