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    The small blind tom was curiously crouched in the Windclan territory. During his short stay here, He figured he'd make himself useful and try to hunt. -Which was turning out much more difficult then he thought. He had barely gotten down hunting in Shadowclan, Chasing Rabbits across open spaces was so much more difficult. He dared not wander to far from camp, In fear he'd lose his way. Which didn't help in his hunting success. The shadowclan tom silently crept across the open land, But it offered him little cover. Everytime he got near a rabbit, It would always sprint off. Being blind made it far more difficult for LittleNewt to follow. He was used to getting close up to prey in darkness then pouncing! This... This was so much different.


    After a little while of trying- And failing. LittleNewt eventually stopped for a rest. Sitting down with his head hanging low. "This sucks, How do these cats even hunt with no cover?" He murmured to himself. The rabbits were too fast. Not to mention they seemed pretty big, LittleNewt didn't think he was large enough to catch one! With a soft grunt to himself. He found himself missing so much the familiar territory of Shadowclan.. Sure, It wasn't the best place in the world. But LittleNewt had grown to know each and every tree there. This place.. There were few landmarks to guide the blind tom. The prey was so very different. It just.. Was so different!


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    greywater trekked across the familiar landscape, each of his strides long and his posture relaxed and at ease. he paused for a moment when he saw a spot of russet edging towards the edge of his vision, quickly identifying it as a hare. the warrior tilted his head sideways, stilling completely, mentally pinpointing the location of where the hare nests were usually located before determining that he could probably catch the creature before it got there. he drew a short breath, then immediately started sprinting towards the animal, a small, triumphant smile coming into form on his face when he saw the hare startle wildly for a second before panicking and running. greywater lengthened his steps, paws feather light on the ground to increase his speed. catching up to the hare, the tom caught it between outstretched claws, pinning it to the ground and flashing a disturbingly vindictive grin before killing it swiftly. a faint wind blew across the moor, and the red tabby tom raised his head so the cool air tickled the fur in his neck comfortably. as he turned, he caught sight of another feline in the distance with his head low. blinking his grey-chartreuse eyes, greywater started heading in the direction of the smaller tomcat.