Post by ©|Da Evil Member of Doom on Jul 5, 2006 16:13:22 GMT -5
Shatteredclaw trotted quickly along the many paths leading in and out of the Aspen Grove. The sun was setting, and he was left in a dull twilight. A perfect time to hunt, he thought to himself. He stopped only once along the paths, spotting a wood pidgeon. Slowly he crouched down, his emerald orbs focused and his tail only swinging occasionally from side to side. With one leap and a swipe of his claws, the bird was dead, and it hung limply from his jaws.