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Post by Cedarfrost on Aug 26, 2006 13:49:26 GMT -5
Nettle paced back and forth out side his home, which consisted of a cave where he slept that was close to a spot with lots of prey. He saw a plump mouse nibbling on a seed on a fence, jumped up, and killed it in one blow. He then preceded to go back to his home when he heard a faint mewling from behind.
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Post by Snowstorm on Aug 26, 2006 16:49:40 GMT -5
Blood crept stealthily towards the loner, his pawsteps barely heard. He flexed his claws, already feeling the blood of the loner in hiis claws.
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Post by Cedarfrost on Aug 26, 2006 19:21:47 GMT -5
Nettle lifted his huge head in the air, then stopped. Another cat was behind him. Nettle turned, and even though the other cat, apparently a rouge, was much smaller than him, he barely looked helpless. Nettle let out a long hiss, his huge outline prominent against the setting sun, and sprang. His huge black claws dug into the rouge. He let out a hiss in the cat's face to let him know he ment business. He did not expect the rouge to back down, so he was piosed and ready to bite down on his neck.
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