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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][align=center]Ed knew it was his turn to 'strut his stuff'. He knew that Sherlock over here was judging his every move and saw him as an annoying pest that he was only dealing with because his momma was Sherlock's best and only friend. While this probably wasn't true, for the moment, Federalpaw believed that this crouch would decide whether or not Sherlockholmes approved of him. It would determine his worth- whether he was something that Sherlock would detest or something that the tom might actually take interest in.
All of this weighed down on his chest, and Federalpaw's eyes grew wide as he stared at Sherlockholmes, breathing becoming rapid.
But if Federalpaw was anything, he was an athlete. It was in his veins. He knew how to perform, how to block everything out of his mind except the task at hand. Pure instinct. And Federalpaw did that now. One last second of fret washed over him, and his eyes wobbled in fear. Then, he was swallowing a lump in his throat and turning his glassy eyes to the same pebble Sherlockholmes had so skillfully caught. His pupils widened more, not with worry, but instead with an intense focus. His breathing slowed. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest. Every fiber of his being was determined to stride slowly, carefully, silently towards his prey, and capture it without it even realizing it's death was imminent.
Lowering himself down, Ed narrowed his eyes and did his best to glide down the beach as quietly as he could. Every once and a while, a pebble would crackle against another underneath his paw... But it wasn't like this catch was going to run away. The tom moved forwards until he was a few feet away. Then he lowered himself even more, so that his rump was lifted in the air and his belly brushed against the ground. One... two... three... A spray of sand kicked up around him as Federalpaw pushed off in a swift blur of orange, and he was bounding effortlessly over the ground to cover his distance. And then his two saucer-like front paws were slamming into the ground, squishing the prey.
Job well done! Proud of himself, Ed lifted his eyes, smile wide but still uncertain as he waited to hear Sherlockholmes's opinion on his crouch. Hopefully, he'd done a good job.
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