private Two steps forward (Sunflowerpaw)

[Badgermoon]

A brisk breeze whipped through Badgermoon's pelt as he made his way back to camp: a lark was clutched carefully between his jaws, a look of contentment on his face as he angled toward the fresh-kill pile. It wasn't especially often that he managed to catch a bird - they were wily things, and he wasn't a great fan of feathers anyway - but this one had been too fat and too unobservant to resist. The black-and-white tom dropped it atop the pile with a small huff, then looked around expectantly, hoping to take a rest and perhaps find a little company.

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