Re: Rugged Range
-Teardrop-
(Tear as in crying)
Male, 29 Moons
RIVERCLAN - Warrior
A longfurred, yellow-cream tom with white drop markings on his face chest and paws.
Family: Adoptive brother of Duststorm.
Teardrop padded deep into the range, sniffing for any would-be freshkill. A squirrel's rustling made him hault, and he went squat on all fours. His small, careful steps lead him over sticks and dried leaves, to eventually peering from behind several blades of grass. There before him, a squirrel sat, looking around, panting. It likely was panicking after forgetting where it had stashed it's food.
In a flash of fur and with the yelp of surprise, the squirrel hung limp from a cat's jaws.
He found only two mice afterward, and didn't hesitate to bring them back. He needed to keep his place in the clan secure. For Duststorm.
(+1 Squirrel, +2 Mice)
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