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Hunting
Feb 11, 2006 16:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Rose on Feb 11, 2006 16:11:28 GMT -5
Oakfang crouched down low. the rabbit in front of him was nibbling on something. He sprang, and bit down on it. It went limp.
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Hunting
Feb 12, 2006 13:11:31 GMT -5
Post by >>Pistolmoon<< on Feb 12, 2006 13:11:31 GMT -5
"Good Job." Pistolheart said. He listened for more prey, and found some. He croched down as well, and pounced. He bit down into the bird he had been stalking. Mass heaps of feathers flew everywhere. As the bird fought for its life. But he was too weak. He padded back to Oakfang and dropped his bloody peice of prey next to his off-white paws. Pistolheart looked up at the sky. The sun shone high. Pistolheart smiled to himself. This was a good day.
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Hunting
Feb 12, 2006 16:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Rose on Feb 12, 2006 16:37:07 GMT -5
Oakf*g turned. "I think I hear something." He growled lowly. He saw a hawk, cawing in the tree. He grabbed it, and shook it. He tore at the neck, then watched it die. He picked up the dead body.
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Hunting
Feb 13, 2006 16:39:17 GMT -5
Post by >>Pistolmoon<< on Feb 13, 2006 16:39:17 GMT -5
Pistolheart froze. Even though he knew how to fight, you should still be on your gaurd. Pistolheart's fur rose. He relaxed as it was only a hawk. His fur layed flat agianst his shoulders. He belived that you should not watch the prey die, but to put it out of it's misery quicker. That would be less painful for the animal. Pistolheart moved his prey in between his paws.
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Hunting
Feb 14, 2006 20:37:54 GMT -5
Post by Rose on Feb 14, 2006 20:37:54 GMT -5
Oakfang picked up his prey in his large jaws and started to pad back to camp.
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Hunting
Feb 15, 2006 16:37:20 GMT -5
Post by >>Pistolmoon<< on Feb 15, 2006 16:37:20 GMT -5
Pistolheart picked up his prey and followed Oakfang into the camp.
To: camp
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