Paws of fiery velvet would carry the she-cat through the forest of her beloved home. Eyes of emerald green focusing on the quarry before her, pupils of pitch-black dilating as the squirrel seemed to freeze as if it had sensed the danger it was now it. The world would appear to hold its breath as predator and prey waited to see who would make the first move.
The squirrel would make the first and only mistake, assuming whatever it had sensed was gone and going back to burying its seeds. Like a flash of lightning, the she-cat would lunge, and sink her fangs quickly into the creature's neck.
Firepaw would straighten and lick her chops, a look of humble satisfaction on her face as she sent a silent prayer to Starclan as thanks for the prey s life. At least the kittens would be fed today. Picking up her catch, Firepaw would start her way back home, wondering if Tansypaw or Flaxenpaw would want to share tongues with her once she was back.
The squirrel would make the first and only mistake, assuming whatever it had sensed was gone and going back to burying its seeds. Like a flash of lightning, the she-cat would lunge, and sink her fangs quickly into the creature's neck.
Firepaw would straighten and lick her chops, a look of humble satisfaction on her face as she sent a silent prayer to Starclan as thanks for the prey s life. At least the kittens would be fed today. Picking up her catch, Firepaw would start her way back home, wondering if Tansypaw or Flaxenpaw would want to share tongues with her once she was back.