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Post by amber on Feb 17, 2011 18:08:38 GMT -5
 Not too much in the mood to go fishing with the rest of the clan, she had broken off from the patrol she was on. They could take care of themselves, and she sure was plenty a match for anyone that came her way. Fighting was her specialty, it energized her and fed her appetite better than any piece of prey could. She lived for battles, not that hunting was bad either. It was the thrill of the kill. But something about battling was just much better. It was so invigorating.
Cherryfur didn't really have bonds in the clan. Not many cats had she ever befriended. Really all she had was her littermates. Then again, her best friend was now the opposite of fun. The thoughts of her earlier days flashed through her mind, and a smile was brought to her face at remembering how troublesome she used to be. No one was safe around her and her littermates. But times had changed, and so had she. When her 'sister' had found a mate, their relationship seemed to deteriorate and they really haven't spoken much in the past few moons, which was part of the reason Cherryfur was no longer such a prankster.
As the she-cat padded through the territory, she thought about catching something, but instead she thought it be best to patrol the borders. Bringing along another cat would just be pointless. She could fend for herself. She hated that she had such ginger fur that stuck out. Greenleaf was always fun for her when it came to catching prey that wasn't fish, but well, she wasn't prey hunting today....not anymore. As she made her way through the area, she looked around. Not much going on here. Good, it meant a little peace and quite for a bit. Sitting down she blinked at the river. Should she be a good deputy and get a few fish for the clan?
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