Post by pixie daaarling =3 on Feb 28, 2007 21:07:01 GMT -5
Pixiefire returned to camp after hunting. She had caught quite a big amount. Her and a few other warriors. They had in total; three mice, one squirrel, a partrige and a few small chickadees. Pixiefire proudly dropped her mouse and partrige into the pile. She had always wondered why she was always so proud to put her share into the fresh-kill pile. She giggled a bit. But then noticed another warrior close by and stopped. She was shy when it came to other cats. She had very few friends, she tried to have more but she always failed to be-friend another cat. Flicking her tail she looked at the massive pile and took a small vole.
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