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Post by Flamemoon on Jun 10, 2008 7:50:04 GMT -5
Flamemoon paced her den. She was the only one in camp that was awake. All of her Packmates were in their dens, asleep while she paced in her den. She sniffed the air. The air was clear and the only thing she could hear was the far off WaterFall that was in her Pack's territory. She suddenly deicded that what she needed was a nice walk along the river.
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Post by Flamemoon on Jun 10, 2008 7:52:31 GMT -5
She started out of the camp, her mind already clearing. She suddenly felt the urge to hunt. She sniffed the air again and soon picked up the scent of a snowshoe rabbit close by. She spotted it about a mouse-length or two and poucned, killing it.
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