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[justify]The leader had left camp on his own, something that he did often. Sandstone had decided to go out hunting, he wanted to get away from camp for a little while, and this was a good escape. The lightly hued tabby moved low to the ground, slipping quietly through the undergrowth. He had spotted a few colorful feathers around, and was tracking the bird that had molted them when he caught a foul scent. It was strange, not the smell of blood, but something closer to rot, a sick smell. Sandstone's features showed a grim expression as he pushed through a clump of vines, expecting something bad. It was a bird, huddled on the ground, it's feathers limp, eyes dull. The bird smelled of disease, and Sandstone recoiled. There was no way he, or anyone else, would eat the thing, but he put it out of it's misery. Once it was dead, it barely moved when he had approached, Sandstone examined the bird more carefully. He didn't dare take a bite, but the thing had definitely been sick.
When the tom had returned to camp, he brought a pair of mice and a small, grey bird. Not much, but at least they were something. Setting the two mice down, the leader's stomach rumbled quietly, and even though he didn't have much of an appetite, Sandstone knew he should eat something. Settling down, the tom took a bite of the small bird, and started to chew before a foul flavor filled his mouth. Spitting it out quickly, the tom stood up. He hadn't noticed it before, but the bird also carried a bad scent, though it was faint. "What the heck?" He had no idea what was going on, but it wasn't good.[/justify]
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