Whatever Shall I Do? {Open}

[willow]

Willowpaw

A black and white tom raced through the oak forest, his nose in the air. Mouth parted, he took in the scents of the forest, trying to find prey. He was bored, so he could think of nothing better than to hunt for the Clan. There were no she-cats to flirt with, so he stayed off that subject in his mind.

His eyes scanned the trees until he heard rustling. He crouched, but noticed that it was just his tail swaying through the leaves. "Fox-dung!" he hissed, seeing that he should be more careful. He had probably scared away all the nearby prey.

He stood up and walked, careful to keep his tail above the forest floor. He didn't want to scare away anymore prey. He sniffed the air cautiously. Perhaps there was still prey in the area. He crouched low and stalked forward.

His ears swiveled back as he heard a mouse scamper across the ground. He quietly spun around and pounced on it. The mouse let out a terrified squeak that echoed through the forest before it went limp. Just my luck, Willowpaw thought, his tail twitching in annoyance.

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Word Count: 191
Tagged: Open
Note/OOC: None[/size]