[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 48 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3
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Hawkfur kept a good pace throughout the last obstacle, and he was pulling ahead. His legs burned, but it was a familiar and welcome ache that he had missed after being cooped up in camp for so long.

The flat stretch of unadulterated land loomed in its mundane glory, and Hawkfur wondered what the next obstacle was going to be. That was, until he felt the pitter of smaller animals and heard shouts of confusion behind him. He twisted to glance over his shoulder and made a noise of disbelief when he saw a hoard of rabbits bounding towards the group. How in StarClan had she managed that??? Hawkfur kept going, keeping his focus on the path ahead. As rabbits began hopping at the edge of his vision, he unleashed a low growl of warning, hoping to scare the rabbits away from him and off to the side. Any time one got too close for comfort, the red tom snapped his teeth at them. After all, they were still prey.