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Post by Barketh on May 6, 2008 0:50:09 GMT -5
There was the quiet sound of pawsteps across the woodland floor as a skinny orange tom padded silently through the earthen habitat. His paw splashed through a murky puddle, though he ignored it, his head bowed as his ears flicked solemnly. There was a moments hesitation as he stood at the top of the hollow on a narrow ridge. Staring down below, he could see the tracing of his denmates' paw prints that had scattered the grains of sand and moss all about. Closing his eye, he scented the air.
Moss, loose dirt, the damp smell of earth worms, juniper, and squirrel.
The one-eyed tom stood up and padded slowly down the hollow's sides, placing each paw carefully. He gasped and his heart skipped a beat as his paw slipped and he went sliding down. His tail lashing furiously, he faught for balance and came to skidding halt at the bottom of the trench.
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