Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 21:50:33 GMT -5
A bulky, brown tabby padded from rock to rock, climbing up one, then another, then another. The young tom carried in his mouth a partially-eaten dead mouse, not particularly hungry at the moment but unwilling to leave the thing for he was not sure how the hunting was in this strange land. He had smelled cats, that he was sure of. That meant there had to be prey about, but if there was, then the prey in the area knew about cats, and knew more of the terrain then he did. Although he had caught two mice within the past hours and another in the early morning his thoughts were turning increasingly back to food.
His father would have teased him for this, and told him to go drink from the stream or something similar, but he wasn't sure of any clean water sources convenient to go to at the moment without backtracking. Determined to find... something, anything that he could consider some form of accomplishment, he stopped to survey the surrounding area.
His father would have teased him for this, and told him to go drink from the stream or something similar, but he wasn't sure of any clean water sources convenient to go to at the moment without backtracking. Determined to find... something, anything that he could consider some form of accomplishment, he stopped to survey the surrounding area.
