A squirrel perched on its hind legs, scouting around, making sure it was safe. After seeing nothing, it picked up a nut and started gnawing. A few tail lengths away, a black and white cat crouched in the undergrowth. Keeping downwind, Sable crawled forward. Her scabbed wound still made her back leg stiff.
A leaf brushed her face and the squirrel perked its ears. Sable froze, hoping it would mistake if for the wind. It seemed to work, so she continued stalking. She tensed, ready to pounce - the way she had a few sunrises ago. Pushing the thought aside, she leapt forward. But it came back - slashing her claws, hissing in rage... and envy.
Sable landed, but the squirrel scurried away, escaping. She didn't seem to notice. Her emerald eyes stared at the ground as the memory she had so desperately tried to forget came flooding back; her claws digging into her brother's soft pelt, the feeling of satisfaction as her fangs met blood. The sound of her mother's alarmed and terrified gasp rang in her ears; the horror and dread when she realized what she had done burned in her chest once again.
She held back the tears that were threatening to come flooding down. No, she wasn't going to cry, not now, not here. Sable buried her face in her paws in self pity. Why? Why had she been so stupid?