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Post by BrightStar on Jul 9, 2009 9:50:41 GMT -5
Flickerpelt trit-trotted through the forest, sniffing. Mouse she thought as the scent reached her nose. She bent down into a crouch and began to follow it. As it began to eat a small grass seed she pounced and killed it with a single bite. She sat up again.
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