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Post by ~{-[Eowyn|of|Rohan]-}~ on Jul 5, 2006 21:24:13 GMT -5
The she-cat smiled as her own clearing came into view. Her stomach growled softly, and she made a note to grab a piece of prey when she put the herbs away.
Entering the cool, dim interior of her den, she set the two plants in their proper piles, arranging them neatly before exiting again with a satisfied flick of her fluffy tail.
Delicately plucking a fat mouse from the fresh-kill pile, she sat down to enjoy it alone-the only sounds were the distant calls of birds, the ever-present whisper of the wind through the trees, and the rustle of animals moving through the undergrowth.
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