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Post by Kaeldra on Jul 13, 2021 3:50:10 GMT
Clover || Queen || 17 moons While it was still cold, and the snow under her paws left her shaking slush from her fur every few steps, Clover was in a fairly good mood. It wasn’t windy, or raining, and her belly actually had something in it for once! She had gotten lucky and managed to catch a squirrel that wasn’t all skin and bones just yesterday. The tabby was glad she hadn’t had to return to Twolegplace for more scraps; as tasty as the chicken Cardinal had shared with her was -- would she ever taste it again, she wondered? -- the anxiety that had filled her entire body was less than pleasant.
Now she was trying to see if she could keep her streak going, looking for another tasty morsel that might be own despite the chill. If she could stockpile even the tiniest bit of fresh-kill for the days ahead, she’d be able to think properly instead of dwelling on how hungry she was.
Clover tasted the air, getting nothing but the cold tang of leafbare. Then the bushes rustled behind her and she whirled, eyes wide. Whatever it was, it sounded far too big to be anything she could eat. Then the scent of another cat hit her, a tom, just a moment before he pushed through the undergrowth in front of her.
“Oh, hello there,” she said, a tad apprehensive. She hoped he was friendly; she didn’t like to fight at the best of times, let alone right now. “You startled me,” she tried to joke, laughing nervously.
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Taxx Hope this is alright!
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