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Post by crmsnDRAGONwngs on Nov 16, 2007 11:05:53 GMT -5
Dragonheart crouches low, putting her weight on her haunches as she stalks a fat mouse. its been many moons since she's been able to leave camp. She had to leave Wildtail at camp to care for the cats. Dragonheart creeped a little closer and prepared to pounce. she rocked on her haunches and sprang. the mouse squeaked frantically and tried to run but Dragonheart was to fast. she landed, with her claws sheathed, squarely on the mouse. perfect. she toyed with the terrified mouse until boredom made her stop. quickly taking its life she scouped it up in her teeth and made her way back to camp.
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Post by Rippednose~Admin on Nov 16, 2007 13:36:31 GMT -5
Inkheart watched and laughed. Dragonheart had a very cruel but kidda funny way of catching mice when she was thoughtful, of in her own world. Inkheart picked up his squirrel following Dragonheart back to camp.
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Post by crmsnDRAGONwngs on Apr 13, 2008 12:36:00 GMT -5
Dragonheart's senses were flooded with mouse, so all she could smell, or concentrate on, was the mouse. Her stomach rumbled in protest.
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