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[/color] Bluethorn thought graciously, tightening her jaws as her attention turned to a scuffle in the grass around her. It was strange that there wasn't ample prey scattered throughout WindClan territory; rabbits reproduce wildly, what was the reason for the scarcity of the prey this season? Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, the she-cat assumed the hunter's crouch, crawling through the long blades between her and her prey. She prayed that this would be a simple catch, that this creature would be dehydrated and incapable of running too far. Licking her chops, Bluethorn carried on, the gap between the two mammals reducing in size with each paw step.

She was but a tail length away when the rabbit stiffened, ears sticking straight into the air. The she-cat imitated it, not moving a muscle for several heartbeats as the rabbit tested the air. Bluethorn hadn't taken care to position herself downwind from the rabbit, and it quickly acknowledged her presence and fled. The she-cat followed suit, closing in on her prey as it struggled to keep its pace but found itself unable to carry itself any faster than it already was. Finally, Bluethorn leaped, coming down on the rabbit with unsheathed claws and closing her jaws around its neck.

The warm taste of fresh-kill trickled over her tongue, filling her mouth and making her weak. Itching to devour this meal, Bluethorn paused to take in her surroundings, observing the are around her curiously. A new patience overpowered her hunger, a feeling of accomplishment making her feel as if she had all of eternity to sink her teeth into this rabbit. It didn't take long for her eyes to lay upon the Outlook Rock, and the surface seemed so comfortable that she couldn't help but carry the small rabbit to the perch where she could picture herself lazing for the time being while she finished her meal before returning to camp to resume her duties.

There was a bounce now in her step, however sloppy it remained. She was famished, and it was affecting her in almost every way possible. There had been such little food, and with the newest disaster that had recently struck the four Clans there was also little privacy. Bluethorn cherished this moment of loneliness, though she was normally a social creature. Evidentally, even the most loquacious needed alone time when they were overwhelmed.

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