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Post by cougarpelt on Jan 20, 2008 13:27:10 GMT -5
Cougarpelt's tawny fur bristled as a cold wind nearly lifted the large tom off his feet. Lime green orbs scanned the moor for prey. He lited his squarish black muzzle into the air and scented. He scented stale rabbit, badger, and fox. Then the scent of fresh rabbit filled his glands. A thin rabbit lept out of a bush nose twitching. Cougarpelt's tail twitched with happiness. Finally he could bring back food to his close to starving clan. He Suddenly the rabbit scented the air and twisted around to run. Cougarpelt realized that the wind had chainged. He took of running, long muscular limbs eating the space away as he closed in on the rabbit. He leaped towards the rabbit with claws outstretched and grasped it. He pinned it down and quickly killed it with a bite to the neck.
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