Post by bone on Jun 1, 2009 20:14:55 GMT -5
P L A G U E P A W
The black tom with mahogany markings stretched as he pushed his way out of the den. The late sunshine splashed his coat with rays of warmth and her let out a mrrow or happiness. Today had been a beautiful day and he was feeling fresh and rearing to go. Pouncing on a leaf he ducked his head his face burning. Her he was acting like some sort of kit just because it was warm out and what not. Ducking his head a bit lower he padded over to the fresh kill pile. A mound of prey had gathered pretty good sized but it looked like a hunting party needed to head out soon. Pawing out a good sized vole Plaguepaw picked it up in his mouth and trotted over to a brush settling down. His paws tucked under his body and he looked down at the vole. Tucking into the creature he flicked his tail occasionally swiping the leaves.
As he finished up with the vole he looked around the camp the sun was beginning to slide down the sky sending blood red streaks shooting across the heavens. Sighing he licked the traces of the vole off his whiskers settling down more comfortable on the ground stretching out onto his side.
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