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Originally Posted by Strange Rainbow
. @ Mystic
Ravenblaze sat on the side of his adoptive clan's camp. His eyes starring around the camp, his eyes glanced at the fresh kill pile. Ravenblaze walked over and grabbed a freshly caught vole out of the pile. He took his food, heading over to his spot by the warrior's den. |
Breezespirit padded over to the prey pile and picked out a fresh, plump magpie and padded over to Ravenblaze. She always felt she ate her meal for... "better" when she has some company to eat beside. She laid down just a few inches away from the tom.