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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Jul 21, 2011 3:37:40 GMT -5
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Silver paws treaded lightly upon dew soaked ground, bright yellow eyes flicking left and right for any signs of life or danger. A slender form continued her little journey, unaccompanied by her tail, a slight little limp in one foot. Around her neck was a yellow collar with a little silver tag with the word "Myth" on it. Who was this cat, you might ask.
This was Mythpaw.
How many moons had it been since she had last been here? Far too many, the she-cat thought with a smal nod to herself. For the past few moons stuck in that wretched place, she had only ever thought about her clan; her mentor, Cloudeye... Did he have a new apprentice? What about Padpaw? Had he completely forgotten about her? Maybe. After all, she had learned that she was half-kittypet, of all things to be. That made her skin crawl to think she wasn't a warrior born and bred, and with this limp... Well, she may never be.
Flicking her bud of a tail, Mythpaw paused to scent the air. She could smell squirrel, and boy, was she hungry for squirrel. All she had eaten was that odd (yet strangely nice) kill the ratters had. Mythpaw just needed to see if she still had the knack in her to catch and kill a squirrel. They were fast, but she was faster.
It's round beady eyes were on something else as her slim grey form stalked towards it, thin yellow eyes watching it quietly as it darted to and fro, burying food for the cold, harsh grip of Leafbare's claws. Flicking her stump again, she leapt for it, snarling as she did, claws colliding with flesh as she punctured it's flesh and teeth clamped down on it's neck to end it's life.
"You still got it..." Mythpaw said with a triumphant gaze down at the warm, still body of the squirrel, leaning down to take a bite out of it, sighing at the taste. "And squirrel's still the best tasting freshkill you've ever had..." Mythpaw purred quietly, hungrily wolfing down the rest of the squirrel and leaving a pile of neat little bones before padding off to find somewhere to rest.
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