Post by Smoketalon on Apr 16, 2008 21:07:06 GMT -5
Slinking stealthily in the shadows, the lithe body of a dark grey tom stalked the mouse mercilessly through the sparse bit of brush that the hunted seemed to call home.
One paw, then the other. One paw, then the other, thought Sootpaw furiously as he attempted to get used to being close to the water.
Ever since he'd nearly drowned as a kit, he'd been so very skittish of water - he needed to get used to it. Who knows where his mentor would take him training... That is, if he ever got a mentor.
The mouse froze as the wind shifted, Sootpaw freezing as well. There was a split moment where the tom wasn't sure what would happen, then the automatic instincts of play-fighting took over. With a swift bite to the neck, the mouse was dead.... And then his mind was back on the water's edge.