Post by Dustpaw on Feb 6, 2009 16:44:11 GMT -5
Pinepaw had been silently hunting himself all day. So far he had caught nothing... He tasted the air which brought a fresh thrush smell with it. He turned his head and saw a thrush picking at a worm in the ground. He dropped into hunters crouch and prowled foward, and then leaped at it and bit its neck. He thanked StarClan for the food and scraped earth over it for when he came back.
