A tattered leather cloak hung from a rock that jutted out of the caves wall. Shivering, Syra's feeble paws grabbed the cloak and she soon concealed her body underneath what was left of it. She kissed the razor-sharp fang that was tied to her necklace before quickly covering her face with the cloak. As if in prayer, she bowed her head and allowed the shadows to place a veil over her face. Like an old woman, she hobbled out of her cave and said farewell. A silver gleam and rocks tumbled down and crashed over the caves entrance, locking her and others out forever more. No evidence.

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A sparrow chirped a happy melody as it hopped about a moss covered rock. [I]Swan song...[/I] Syra thought as she licked her dry, cracked lips with delight. Something silver glinted as she raised her paw from underneath her coat. Emitting a scraping sound, three thick metallic claws extended from her knuckles as she eyed the sparrow with hunger painted across her face. Fast as lightning, she pivoted on her right foot while swinging her left leg into the air, allowing her to spin as she fully took off. Streaks of silver spun and the innocent sparrow soon found itself neatly sliced like posh, elegant meal, if it wasn't raw, fit for a king. Quite a show as well. It was [I]training[/I]. Sadly, the meal was not as elegant and showy as the feast, which was no more in a matter of wild seconds. Syra was left on the floor, wild eyed but a little less starved.

(([s]I just wrote a paragraph about hunting and eating. I'm going to get lunch[/s]))