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Sablemask
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He was not a tunneler so when his prey alluded him by darting into a deep hole and vanishing from sight he did not pursue it. Sablemask's nose wrinkled in mild annoyance at losing the fat rabbit he had accidentally startled. It would have been the perfect catch had his not stepped on that twig and snapped it; scattering every bit of prey for miles from his hiding spot. He had not seen it, it was on his right side and his blinded eye could only really make out colors and shapes at times; not sticks neatly blended into tall grass.
"A true tragedy." The tom says with a sigh perhaps a little too heavy and dramatic for the situation, it had certainly ruined his mood but that would fade once he had located a new spot to hunt. It would not be too hard to do given how many rabbits had suddenly appeared on the moors as of late, he'd never seen prey flock in such droves before and it made him wonder if this land was as blessed as Sootstar seemed to think it; there was obviously a reason so many cats remained under the sharp claws of her absolute rule. Then again, it could be fear...
Sablemask huffed once, haughty but not too proud enough to realize he might need to go find another spot until the prey all returned here after having been given such a fright. His stripes paws carried him along through tall grass that would certainly have him grooming later out into the open hillside nearing the gorge at RiverClan's border, it was unlikely anyone was hunting here right now so he picked himself a secluded spot and settled down to wait for the first foolish vermin to come hopping out of its burrow.
@Echolight .