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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Icepaw would stand out in the open of the territory, the wind ruffling her fur as she scented the air, hoping for the warm smell of prey nearby. So far, she had lacked luck and hadn't seen any kind of furry creature in the heather. It was frustrating her, to say the least. Clawing the earth, she would hiss as she smelt a scent she had no intentions of smelling. Badger. And nearby, too.


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    Dawnpaw had been having similar luck in terms of discovering prey. Huntable prey, at least. She'd come across a rather nasty looking squirrel with missing fur at one point. Avoiding it had seemed to be the most positive choice; she didn't feel like ingesting its disease.


    Hunting had grown a lot harder ever since she'd lost hearing in her left ear. She wasn't fully deaf but most sound was rumbling, faded as she if it was all far, far away. It would take even longer for her to grow adjusted to her new-found disability.


    It was in this that she didn't hear the lumbering of the badger as it grew close to her as she drew near Icepaw. Instead, she could only smell it and assumed it was far off. Ears perking, she plodded over to the she-cat.


    "Hello!"