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The small brown and white kitten's body was laying flat ( or at least as flat as it could), on the ground, stalking his prey. His tail was raised slightly,but you could tell he had been practicing.,His energy was on his back legs, just like a spring ready to pop. He was only a bit down wind so his prey, a rabbit couldn't scent him. Something the kit had heard while listening to the elders go on and on about their old hunting trips. Rootkit slowly started to become anxious, his claws dug into the dirt below him as the rabbit started to move. He had been waiting there for a few moments, waiting for the best time to strike. From the looks of it he had just missed it. In a last ditch attempt he rushed through the grass, trying to catch the rabbit that had heard him move.
Rootkit chased to the small animal until the point he ended up tripping over his front twos. He had just gotten used to his new form and how to chance from it to and fro, but now he had to get used to his own paws again. His brown ears fell as he missed his first prey. This was an important moment, how could he just mess up like that? Then again what cat really caught their prey the first time they tried? Not that Rootkit cared, all he saw was a mistake."Rabbit Dung"
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