BonePaw grumbled as he hunted, which was a assesment of his hunting skills. As he stalked around Sunningrocks BonePaw was annoyed. 'Hunting ain't important! If you can kill, just force others to hunt FOR you!' he thought, but was reminded of Scourge. A pain he had reopened, his heart aching. He wanted them back, then he scented a mouse. He crouched, when he was about to pounce, a ferb rustled scaring his prey. BonePaw whirled around fur bristling. 'Who's there!?!' He demanded, fur bristling.
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