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(the thread between Leland and Antlerhearth)

She tried her best to keep her dignity about her as she moved through the darkness of the tunnels, though it was harder than ever to keep up the air of pride she normally carried with such ease. Of course there was the obvious demoralizing factor of being forced to live among another group's territory as if they were some homeless nomads instead of a once proud clan, and the fact that they had by necessity been made to rely on the aid and pity of the Regime for the time being. But there were other, small things that further humiliated Antlerhearth. Just manuevering through the territory was a challenge to the she cat, unused to the lack of light and the occasional uneveness of the tunnel floor that left the she cat tripping over her own two paws half the time. Hunting seemed near impossible for her down here - she never seemed to come back with more than the rare mouse, if even that much. Rarely did she get more than half-way to her prey before her paw managed to skim a near invisible rock or she half tripped over her own feet, sending whatever she had been so lucky to find scurrying off.

Today had been much the same, though that day had proven even slower when it came to finding prey - much less catching it. The she cat had been moving through the tunnel system for hours only to hardly stumble upon anything. For better or worse though Antlerhearth was persistent, and though she let out a small, bitter sigh, she continued on trying to search for prey in lightless underground of the Regime's tunnels.