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~Rowan was trying something, despite her better judgement. The old snow leopard had been walking around, warming up her stiff muscles, and was now going to try and hunt. Hunt what? Maybe a juicy antelope or desert bovine of some sort. Instead, the first thing she came across was a mouse. Nothing big, just a little kangaroo rat, hopping along fearlessly. The old lady's cloudy eyes tried to focus on the small mouse, but to no avail. Only movement was tracked. There. It hopped again. Now... That place. Just... The grey leopard lunged, trying to cop her massive paw down on the rat, but nothing was there. Her head swiveled around, zeroing in on the mouse, which was jumping away in a blind panic. She shot after it, but the prey dove into its den.
A sigh escaped her lungs. She had told herself that it wasn't a good idea. Her hunting days were behind her. Oh well. Sometimes you just had to try. Rowan wasn't done with life's adventure yet, but it seemed that her options had decreased considerably. Oh well. What could you do but accept it and move on. She huffed a laugh and brushed of the sand she had kicked up. Her normal pleasant smile lit her features as she started off once more, looking for a creature that wasn't so fast or small.
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