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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px][justify][size=9pt]The male snuck up on the rabbit. It was nibbling on a few pieces of grass that poked from the ground. He knew he was done for when a twig snapped beneath his foot. The animal dashed off and Blackjack followed hotly in pursuit. He quickly tackled the prey and rolled on the ground with it. He had the rabbit cradled in his arms before giving it a lethal bite to the neck, killing it almost immediately. Although Blackjack never found any joy in killing innocent creatures, he knew it was necessary for Hawkclan's survival.


    "Blegh," he said as he spat out the fur. "Fuckin' rabbit..."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Life for Twilighttown was a drag, and HawkClan only seemed to damper her mood further. Don't be a bitch, don't talk like that. Ugly stares from clanmates, scoldings from those who thought they were better than her-- because of what? Because they held a rank? In the real world-- in the wilderness-- there were no ranks. It was kill or be killed.


    And here, today in HawkClan, she saw Blackjack kill. The very life of the rabbit he hunted had been easily ripped from his soul, and Twilighttown was it's witness. The fox was trudging through the forest, keeping her nose low to the ground for any foreign scents, although she was stopped by the hunt. But just as quickly as it had started, it ended.


    She didn't like Blackjack already, and she knew he didn't like her. Just by his body language and by the way he chastised her in front of the others. But nevertheless, she approached, her hot orange eyes narrowed ever so slightly while her ears were directed slightly backwards. "Why did you let it believe you were going to let it live?" The blood-born HawkClanner asked in a low grumble, allowing her eyes to settle upon the bloodied food.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px;][justify][size=9pt]Blackjack's ears suddenly pricked forward and the male jumped a little when Twilighttown came into view. He was certainly not expecting anybody to join him; he really was quite a ways away from the main camp. The male pushed the rabbit off to the side - conveniently enough, there were a few bushes lined up. He nudged it with his paw under there. It was a poor attempt to not let her see its mangled body.


    "You startled me," he replied simply. He wouldn't respond to her question, as it made him feel... odd inside. Why did he cradle the animal before he delivered a lethal bite to its throat? Was it to make it feel comfortable in its final moments? Maybe it was because of his own insecurities. He could not be sure altogether.


    (I'm really sorry for the late reply!! I don't have any incentive to reply to private threads rn, aka I'm dying inside)


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