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Originally Posted by Megan
Splashpool shrugged, making her eay over to the edge of the stream. She looked at the water to make sure it didn't rush like the other part of the stream did. At least this part of the stream is contained. The molly watched as a fish swam by. She unseathed her claws, barreling down onto the fish's scales. Splashpool lifted it up and killed it with a swift bite to the neck. She looked up after killing her prey, seeing the sun began to seep down. We're going to have to sleep somewhere tonight. We can search for home in the morning. Splashpool looked around for Flarestrike. "Flarestrike!" called Splashpool.
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Flarestrike shook his head, his ears perked up. "Splashy Squirrel, coming!" He said, hearing his name. Of course, it could have been a clan member but what kind of chance was that? Walking over to her, tilting his head. He dropped his prey, wrinkling his nose at the fishy scent. His eyes narrowed at the fish, "What you need?" He asked. Flarestrike returned his gaze to her, his voice was muffled by the prey. Putting it down at Splashpool's paws. He glanced up at the darkening sky, his ears lowered a little. He had a idea what she was going to say but didn't say anything. The tom's pelt seem to blend in a bit better with the darkening sky but his golden eyes gleamed brightly. Flarestrike shook off some mud from his paw, "I will never get used to mud or anything sticky. " The brown sticky liquid was common in Shadowclan's territory. His mother teased him that he should have been called Mudstrike instead because as a kit he always got it in his pelt. Flarestrike didn't know why but his siblings had tried to get him to like it or just be okay with it. Luckily he got used to the horrible feeling
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