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The incredibly slender feline halted.
His breath billowed up into the cold air, paws sinking into the clumps of russet grass and moss due to the unusual dampness swamping the lower moorland.
Why was he here?
Well, hunting of course. Whilst Celeriac wasnt particularly old, he hadnt really been assigned a mentor yet. So, he had decided to make himself useful by gallavanting off by himself in search of food. Perhaps it would give him a boost into becoming an accepted member. The feminine-bodied creature would narrow his eyes as a rabbit caught his sights and crouch, skulking towards it at increasing speed until- he stepped on a twig and it ran away. Damn.
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