Re: The Lost Kittens
Swift flattened his ears. Growling, the full-grown tom stalked a rabbit. Unsheathing his claws, he pounced. He landed a few tail-lengths short, making the rabbit squeal and spring into a run. Growling, he hared after it. It was taking a sharp right turn, but he was able to but it off. He intersected it's path, grabbing it's neck in his paws. He crunched down, feeling his prey go limp in his paws.
Flicking his ears, he grabbed one of it's feet in his jaws and padded back to his den, and ate it there.
(Wait, I'm assuming the kits went out the cave already? If yes, he'll find them next post)
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