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Post by Iceclaw on Jul 24, 2008 18:30:44 GMT -5
Darkmist padded into Thunderclan camp with two Mice and a thrush. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped it in. He was about to pad back out to fetch the rest of the fresh-kill he had caught. He enjoyed the night time.
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Post by Smokepaw on Jul 24, 2008 18:57:42 GMT -5
Leafpelt walked up to darkmist. "going out for late night hunting," she meowed, wondering if she could join him.
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Post by Iceclaw on Aug 26, 2008 14:03:41 GMT -5
"Yeah..."He meowed."WEant to join?"
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Post by Smokepaw on Aug 29, 2008 20:15:23 GMT -5
Leftpelt nodded. "Of course," she meowed mysteriously, whle waiting for Darkmist to lead them out into the forest.
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Post by Iceclaw on Aug 29, 2008 22:25:29 GMT -5
Darkmist padded to one of his favorite hunting spots by a stream..."Ok..."He emowed and already spotted a water vole. He stlked it stealthily and then killed it with one blow to the neck.
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Post by Smokepaw on Sept 3, 2008 19:39:40 GMT -5
Leafpelt looked around, liking her surroundings. "Hmmm... nice hunting spot," she meowed quietly as to not disturb the prey. A fish swam by and she swiftly and quickly caught it (she has a lot of friends in riverclan).
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 4, 2008 22:01:22 GMT -5
(oooo i see)
"yes....this is my favorite spot to hunt."he meowed and saw the fish."Nice....I can't catch fish very well....they are all too slippery."
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Post by Smokepaw on Sept 13, 2008 12:40:14 GMT -5
Leafpelt's nose wrinkled from her now ice cold paw.
"yeah, it takes a lot of practice. I might be able to catch fish, but I still hate the water," she meowed with a hint of amusement in her voice. She padded along the area, never leaving sight of Darkmist. Her shadow blended in perfectly with the cover of night. She crept up and pounce on a mouse, killiing it instantly.
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 14, 2008 22:20:22 GMT -5
"Yeah...I don't think I could ever get used to it. I don't see how those Riverclan cats do it."he meowed. He saw a water vole nearby and he stalked it perfectly and leaped killing it with one bite to the neck.
All of a sudden Thistle padded though. He smiled trying to look friendly."I see I am not the only one out hunting."
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