Tom Wanders Around

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    He looked at her and then back at the view. "I've never really have left camp. Only to hunt and slightly explore. Otherwise, I'm watching out for bigger predators."

    He sighed. "My friend, a kit, was taken by an eagle." He watched a fly buzz around his face and then swatted at it. When he became annoyed he stood, trying to balance and continued to swat. The brave fly dared to land on his nose, forcing SilverTalon to cross his eyes. He slowly raised his paw to his face... and hit himself in the face. The fly flew away, accomplished with his task of outwitting a cat.

    Grinning, he hopped onto the next branch, twitching his tail in anticipation of a chase from her.

    Paying attention to her, he didn't notice the weak branch he landed on. There was a loud SNAP and the branch gave way.

    His tail swished. Then he smiled, "This is why I don't live in trees." He started jumping down when he noticed a small nest. He licked his lips and crept closer.

    He glanced back at her, then back at the nest. "Ah..." He got down almost on his stomach and crawled close and closer. 'Living in trees definitely have their advantages."

    He blinked a couple of times. "That was cool, but I was going after the eggs. You can have the bird." He went over and picked up two eggs. Then he jumped down to the forest floor and placed the eggs on the ground. "I've learned that other animals sense the eggs. They're lured in and I catch them."

    He picked up the eggs again and ran back to camp to bury the eggs. Once done, he asked "What do you wanna do?"