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Roleplay Pitch black paws pounded heavily through the undergrowth. Her

black pelt blending into the darkness that surrounded her, and her amber eyes lit up, the fire that burned within them was blazing with anticipation. The she-cat leaped over a log, her bushy tail swaying behind her as she slowed down the slightest bit, and her mouth slightly opened. Drinking in the scents of the forest, Cinderflame grinning ever so lightly. This she-cat was like no other, she was brave, and bold. Fierce and loyal. Brave and true. She was no longer the wimpy kit she was raised as, she was a fierce hunter of ShaleClan, and she would not let herself come back to the camp with her paws empty. Just then, Cinderflame heard the slightest sound of hooves hitting the ground softly, and the slightest of nibbling on the grass. She felt the creature moving beneath her sensitive paws, and narrowed her eyes into slits, spotting the creature. Deer. Rarely cats killed deer, and not alone, usually there we're at least three cats to take it down.

Roleplay continued The deer was nibbling on the grass, and slowly moving on down

the grassland. Cinderflame saw her chance and sprinted at the creature, digging her claws into its flank and clinging on for her life. The she-cat began clawing and scratching the deer, her amber eyes opening and closing rapidly. Slowly, but surely the deer collapsed on the ground, but wasn't dead just yet. Cinderflame released her grip on the deer, and leaped at its neck, giving it a hard, fierce bite. Surprisingly the deer managed to get back on its paws and limp away. Cinderflame sat there in amazement, but noticed the deer was limping. She still had a chance to re-claim her kill. Bolting after the creature, the she-cat tackled it to the ground once more, and dug her claws into its side, then clinging on. The deer began the release small, muffled noises as Cinderflame slowly began claiming its life. Just as quick as she ran after the deer the second time, the deer was dead under her paws, and was now half-drowning in its own pool of blood.

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