[That's fine xD]
Honey stretched luxuriously, peering curiously out of her den in the bracken. She thought she had heard a rustling whilst she loosened her muscles, and her ears pricked at the prospect of prey. She padded out carefully, her jaws opened a little to pick up any scents, and carried on through the undergrowth. Each pawstep she took was almost silent, and soon she came across the scent trail of a mouse. Instantly she dropped into a hunter's crouch, her bushy tail held just above the ground. It didn't take her long to pinpoint the exact location of her prey and creep forward. She wolfed down her catch, not knowing when she would next bother to stop and eat. Soon she would be moving on to another den, perhaps all the way on the other side of the forest.
Because that is the life of a wild cat in the forest; and the life of Honey, too. Moving around, keeping out of sight, yet still enjoying her life as much as she can.
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Storm had been up for at least two hours before the sun rose above the slowly heaving ocean that lay spread before his dark paws. When it was a way above the horizon, he lifted himself to his paws rather gracefully for his size. He swiped a tongue around his jaws, and sheathed and unsheathed his claws in anticipation of the day ahead. Today, Storm would travel along the sandy shore to another set of cliffs on the opposite side to gather bedding and catch some prey to add to his supplies. The young tom had managed to build himself a makeshift camp. His den was in a clump of grasses that grew a little way away from the beach, next to a hollow log where he stored spare prey in case he got hungry later. He didn't stop other creatures taking from the store, however. He would rather not fight them and keep the peace, just stocking it up every now and then to keep them happy.
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