Post by twilight on Nov 25, 2007 16:20:12 GMT -7
Slowly he pulled himself forward, the tips of his belly furs brushing up against the grass. He couldn't afford to miss again, he need something. The wind blew into his face, the prey had no idea what was about to happen. Slowly he moved a little further, and stopped crouching low, he pounce and in a heartbeat the mouse was limp beneath his paws. Finally he caught something. The tom lifted his nose to the sky scenting for some other prey, but there was no smell, of prey that is...
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