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Post by .Taslin.•*"*•. on Jun 2, 2008 17:44:16 GMT -5
Water came into sight as Swiftpaw approached. He was hunting, hoping to bring back enough prey to fill the pile much fuller than it had been. What with the dry weather, the prey creatures were out often at some times, looking for water to quench their thirst, but always in their holes at some other time, too hot for even them to scurry around in. So Swiftpaw decided the River Branch would be the most obvious place to start. There was still water, though not as high as usual, and most creatures would probably come here to drink. The apprentice crouched down as he got closer, not wanting to frighten any potential fresh-kill. His eyes lit up when he heard the scraping of paws much tinier than his own scratching through dirt and cracks. He stood still as a stone and listened, hardly daring to take a deep breath. He identified the creature as a vole, and crept closer to the noise it made. A heart-beat after the scritching stopped, Swiftpaw pushed off strongly with his back paws and landed right on top of the rodent. It didn't even have time to squeal before it was crushed. Swiftpaw gave a purr of thankfullness and buried his prey in a shallow hole. Then he laid by the small river and dipped his head down to drink. It was relaxing just laying there, listening to the birds and wind. He narrowed his eyes and dozed, paws dipped in the water to cool them down from their dusty work.
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