Shadewillow's hackles fell flat as the Raccoon retreated, relieved that the creature had been so easily scared off by the combined efforts of the trio. Sniffing the air once more, he flicked his ear to signal that he was to be going off alone briefly. Padding through the sparse undergrowth, he began to follow the scent trail of a frog, the odd, slightly off-putting scent of the frog grew stronger the closer he got. Stalking after the frog, he was sort of surprised that the small creature had managed to stick around this long during the cold weather, but he decided nonetheless to hunt after the creature. Dropping down into a crouch, he wriggled his haunches as he prepared to spring. Leaping forward, Shadewillow easily trapped the frog beneath his paws and killed it. Scooping up his catch, he padded back towards Snakeblaze and Venompaw, deciding to skip on burying his catch as the ground was too cold and frozen to bury it. "Well looks like the Raccoon didn't scare off everything!" He announced, mew slightly muffled by the frog dangling from his jaws.
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