[sleepyyjax]

Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend [ACTIVE] | 18 moons

header: @/daragca

Yes! Mouse in mouth, he flung his head up triumphantly. Now he could truly breathe easy about the rest of the hunt. White paws, now murky with mud, padded back over to the frog's hidey hole. The tom buried them near, hoping with all his heart that it wouldn't attract any of those pesky predators. Actually... This was a rather large patrol, wasn't it? They'd need to keep a close eye on their catches, the smell of fresh kill could prove detrimental if there was another orange beast around. Striped tail flopped atop of the hole, a nervous gesture of protection. At least there were enough of them to take on a beast, but not without injury. Whatever. He stood up, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. The enforcers and Rookfire will've thought of that, there was no use worrying. That's what he told himself, though nerves were secretly building up in his veins.

What they needed, was more prey. He fancied more frogs. Slinking through the trees, he held his nose to the air, and a scent trickled toward him. More frog. Lucky.
Though, it didn't seem super near. More of a trail. He placed his snout close to the floor - it wasn't a stale scent. Promising. He began to follow it, keeping his paws light as he blended into the shade provided by the trees [Shadow Fiend]. There it was: hopping along. Where was the thing headed? He crouched close to the floor, muscles tensing as he prepared for take off.