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It was a foggy morning as Wind Chaser trotted down the old thunderpath looking for a good place to hunt. He had already hunted at the nearby pond and at the ruined twoleg nest a ways off and didn't want to overhunt any one area. Having encountered so many other loners he was sure the area had enough of an over hunting problem as it was, so he was trying hard not to add to that. Moving along, the golden tabby wrinkled his nose. He didn't care for the fog as it clung to his fur and nose. It damped his spirit almost as much as it did his bright pelt though he was determined not to let it show.
Crouching down, he scented the air, hoping to catch a whiff of mouse or squirrel but instead he smelled another cat. In case the cat was hunting nearby, Wind Chaser stayed silent though he made no attempt to hide himself. He sat in the middle of the broken thunderpath amongst the grass growing through its cracks and groomed himself while his eyes searched the tall grass and tree's along side of the path.
@Lunar Fea