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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; height: 235px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][font=georgia] The cinnamon calico breathed heavily among the tree of the forest outside of camp. Sweat marred her fur, and doe-like green eyes were blinking back exhaustion. Out of all the skills Ursapaw instinctively remembered despite her lack of memories, hunting was not one of them. Apparently in order to eat you had to catch your food, and so Ursapaw was trying to teach herself how to do so. It wasn't going well. She had managed to scare away everything within a mile radius with her clumsy paw work.


    The feline let out a small sigh as she finally collapsed on the ground, feeling dejected.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Like Ursapaw, he as well didn't do too good at hunting. The only thing he was probably good at was sitting around lazily and frowning continuously. Though, he always tried to improve even though it seemed he wasn't improving by the slightest. The male took his time to slip out of the camp to avoid the love festivities going on within. Glancing back at the camp, he rolled his eyes and made an slightly annoyed grunt as he padded forward, deeper into ShadowClan's territory and coincidentally in the direction where Ursapaw was located.


    Soon, he found the apprentice laying on the ground and looking seemingly exhausted. "Ursapaw?" He called out to the fae as he approached the familiar-looking felidae.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; height: 235px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][font=georgia] Ursapaw lifted her head, wanting very much to remain against the forest floor. The voice of the italian feline coaxed her to let a small smile on her face despite her slightly embarrassing situation. "Hello Lovino," the femme mewed kindly, unfazed by his grumpy demeanor. She shakily got on her paws and puffed a loose strand of fur from her eyes. She looked at his slightly confused expression and deduced she needed to explain herself.


    "I was trying to calculate the best hunting strategy," the doe-eyed apprentice mewed sheepishly. "I haven't found it yet."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]At first, he wasn't too sure if it was the same feline he met earlier but when she lifted her head towards him and smiled, he knew he had once again met up with the cinnamon calico. At her explanation, he lifted one of his nonexistent eyebrows. "I'm-a no good at hunting either if you were-a thinking I could-a help." Lovino mumbled, his white-tipped appendage twitching behind his lean frame. "I'm-a not good for-a anything." He added on quietly and mostly to himself. He could care less if Ursapaw heard him but he knew it was true about himself from the way he spent his time lingering about camp.


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