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Oct 11 2017, 09:36 AM
For all that he was self taught, Bait wasn't the worst hunter to ever exist.

Most of the time he ate his own catches, and buried the remains out in the forest. He was still rail-thin, eating only what he caught and occasionally what he could find. At the very least, the young tom was self-sufficient. Still, he saw what the others did, when they didn't notice him watching. They hunted and patrolled and worked together, and they stored prey for everyone in the center of camp.

So today he'd caught a mouse. It was nothing spectacular, just a field mouse like he'd caught back on the farm. But it was something.

It was his contribution.

So at dusk, the little tom slunk back into camp to deposit it on the freshkill pile. And then, nervous and flighty as ever, his belly railing at him for giving up a perfectly good meal, he made for the camp entrance. Time to get back out, and maybe nab a bit of sleep.

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Even though he knew that the tom wasn't chasing him anymore, he didn't stop. His legs quivered with exhaustion and pain, but he kept going at an unsteady limp. His ears were pinned and his breathing came ragged with fear and pain and exhaustion. The noises of the forest - new to the young tom - made him flinch and cringe as he went.
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There was no real purpose to his wandering now. He'd crossed the scent markers - he knew what those were - and left his pursuer behind. The tom who'd chased him away was large and terrifying and cruel, but not <i>stupid</i>. Not stupid enough to mess with the dreaded forest cats that the cats on the farm were always talking about.
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Hailey had told him that Seven had gone to join the forest cats, though. That had always stuck out in his mind - his sister joined the forest cats? Why had she gone? Hailey had always been quiet on the subject. To be fair, Hailey was quiet on most subjects. Story time hadn't exactly been something he and his siblings had. No - on the farm, you figured it out on your own.
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When he was younger, Bait had asked questions. Lots of questions. He'd been curious and eager and undeterred by the side-eyed glances of the farm toms. But as he'd gotten bigger, things had changed. And when they began calling him Bait - short for dog-bait - the young cat had learned to keep his head down. The less attention drawn to him, the better.
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Bait couldn't even remember now why he'd been searching for Hailey. He'd needed... Something? Something about his sister Ten. It was there, lost in a fuzz of pain and blood loss and desperation. His golden eyes rolled as he tried to think on it, and then he pushed on with a sigh. If he could just find somewhere to sleep, just for a little while, maybe he'd be okay. The pain made it hard to think. Bait wasn't a stranger to pain, but he didn't think the toms had ever hurt him this badly.
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He stumbled and let out a gasp of pain as his tired paws finally gave out. With a whimper he eased onto his side, stretching out his twisted paw. Maybe... Yeah. Here would be good. For now. Just for a little while, he decided.
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Gingerly he pulled his paws in, the young tabby tom curling up in the middle of the forest floor. Blood matted his fur and one ear hung tattered, and fear scent lingered in his fur. Though he let his head fall to his forepaws, his ears remained pricked and alert for any approach. He just needed a few minutes.
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Just a few.


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