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"Er- yeah. You do that." Snow mewed softly, sliding forward. She kept her tail low, hoping that her black-and-white pelt helped her blend into the snow-covered rocks. She sprang up and landed squarely on the hare.

She'd forgotten how strong hares were.

It squealed and flipped around, trying to throw her off. She sank her fangs into its neck after a brief struggle, panting. "Messy catch." She panted, shoulders sagging. She winced as she placed her front paw to the ground and looked down to see a spot of blood staining the snow. She'd torn a claw in the fight against the prey. Stupid hare.