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Oliver
Mean Deadmoon struck again! The molly couldn’t help resist laughing as the kit took a tumble, reaching out with a paw and trying to nudge him back to his feet. That might have been the worst hunting crouch she’d ever seen! Though she supposed she ought to cut the kit slack, he couldn’t be particularly old. Especially seeing as she didn’t know who exactly the kid was. So she asked.
How bought you tell me who you are first, kid. Deafmoon huffed, before expounding upon her epic mouse catching skills because really, what else did she have to boast about? Nothing, that’s what!
First I had to sniff it out and find it, and then stalk it. Reeeeeally stealthy, so it didn’t spot me! And then….BAM! she accentuated this by smacking her lame foot against the floor.
Pounce on it and kill it, and then it’s yours to eat! or take back to the clan, but that was just details.