"Are you sure?"I asked my brother.
"Well, you're never going to catch anything, Sky." He snapped. I didn't blame Fog for being unhappy. We were lost, cold, tired, and hungry.
"Okay, fine. But I'm going to try again. Even if I don't catch any prey, I'll still be practicing." I meowed. I knew I would catch something eventually.
He nodded. "Okay." He turned back to the bush, using a paw to move some of the red berries toward him. If I didn't catch anything, I would eat some too. I thought. They look tasty.
I turned away and started to look for prey.
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"Fog?" I called. "I'm back!"
No answer. Maybe he'd fallen asleep.
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