Large paws forged a path through the muddy plains (going off 44 degrees weather from where I live), claws out to get more traction. A slight rustling in the undergrowth has the massive tabby’s head rotating to try and pinpoint the sound. The tom falls still, silent, watching as the brown, long eared creature makes an appearance. Luckily for him, it doesn’t see him, as he crouched there, gathering his haunches below him to spring. The long grass hides his form, golden orange eyes watching his quarry. This’ll be perfect for the elders. The warrior springs, slamming his girth into the rabbit, and quickly cutting the life giving vein in its throat. Score one for Zariel.
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