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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]The tom was weak, very weak. He was also starved, which one could tell by his bony frame and sunken eyes. His fur hung from his body in an unhealthy way. It had been a while, yet leafbare was around already, so Magpieflight had little time to get better before he was rationing his food for the kits, queens and elders of the Clan. Even now he came into camp panting as he carried a scrawny mouse and squirrel and dumped them on the freshkill pile, he was panting from exhaustion. The tom had been hunting for a while before catching the two pieces of prey, and it had been quite a haul back to camp.
Magpieflight sat down and rested for a bit, before heading back out of camp. There were many kits, a lot of them his kin, and he felt he needed to provide the best he could, particularly since his sister and leader was now a queen. His green eyes were glazed with tiredness as he slowly walked the territory, trying to find a fresh scent of prey in the cold, dry air.
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