Post by FAINTSHADOW on Jun 23, 2010 21:46:50 GMT -5
Faintshadow crouched low to the ground, careful to step lightly. The mouse a few tail lengths in front of the tabby tom went on foraging and all was silent. The tom pounced. And the tom missed. Faintshadow sighed, baring his teeth in frustration. The tabby yawned and licked a paw. He looked away and upwards, to the sky. Oh, great, now it was going to rain. Faintshadow licked his shoulder fur, more frustrated than before. Wet... he hated wet. He stalked off to the center of the clearing, opening his mouth to sent the air. A squirrel was upwind, Faintshadow dropped into position, light step and slightly raised tail. The squirrel stepped closer, the ShadeClan tom pounced. And hit, with a tiny crack of the rodent's neck. The squirrel had time to shriek and scare the other prey away before it died too.