You creep forward, your whiskers twitching with excitement as you stare at the rabbit, taking quiet steps forward. You start to run after it, and soon enough, you catch it, quickly biting its neck. Your tail flicks as you lift the limp body. Your ears prick, hearing the meows of a tiny kit, so you creep forward to inspect. A fuzzy gray tom-kit nuzzles a golden she-cat, and Cypress licks Willow's head gently. Suppose I could go for a nap. You should to, You know? It's getting dark out.
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