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She swings out with a nimble sort of agility, her lean body curving up up up to reach for the bird, one paw barely glancing off a panicked wing. Still, it flutters out of her grasp and she lands back on all fours, with the weight on the impact against frozen ground leaving her paws stinging and her joints slightly jolted.
Hawkstar swings her head back to her patrol, her one good eye suspiciously flipping from face to face for any glimpse of a mocking smirk or hidden giggle. "Damn things are slippery this time of year, aren't they?" She breezes, though the tip of her tail twitched an aggravated
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