The grass is shadier on the other side | Shadepaw, p

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    ― SHRIMPTAIL ―

    It was a calm afternoon outside, the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan as quiet as ever. A certain bicolored tom cat was taking advantage of that, having a drink from the river to refresh himself before continuing his hunt. He hadn't found anything to hunt just yet, which was unfortunate. Surely he'd find something soon, though. He had to- he couldn't just come back to camp empty-pawed. That would make him look incompetent, and he certainly didn't want that. Despite having been with RiverClan for six moons, he still felt like he had to prove himself- to prove he was a kittypet no longer. But deep down inside, he was, and he missed that old life of his.


    The white and orange striped cat lifted his head up after finishing his drinking and sighed, getting ready to depart to continue his hunt. Sure, the river was right there, probably full of fish, but Shrimptail wasn't the best at hunting them. His specialty was animals on the land, such as frogs and mice. Those he could hunt relatively well enough. The tom's blue gaze suddenly flicked around, ears and nose perked in the air for any sign of nearby prey.

    SHADEPAW.