Shad[o]w's Hunting

[Shadow]

Shadow stepped into the plains again for the fourth time that day, black fur standing out in the green grass and pure white tail waving in the air. Her white paws unsheathed slightly tinted red claws, from an earlier catch, and her mouth opened to scent others.

A mouse! Shadow looked around with ice blue eyes, and ducked down into the grass. She was upwind, hopefully. She placed a white paw foward, almost stepping on a branch she forgot about, and then pulled herself foward.

She jumped, and missed the mouse by a few inches. Her landing alerted the mouse that Shadow was nearby, and she missed her clawing at the mouse by a mouse tail.

The black cat hissed. Fox dung, I did it again! I have to get better at pouncing.

[Dove]

The tabby rose her foot when a mouse ran passed her, squealing for its life. 'I wonder what that's about,' she thought, before the grass began to tickle her nose. It was amusing really, how the she-cat loved nature. Everything was so peaceful to her, even though she felt out of place now that Drought was gone. A legend.

A few minutes later, the former royal spotted a struggling black stranger. 'Maybe the mouse was running from her?'

[Shadow]

Shadow growled, shaking her head. "Feh. What the heck! That's the second time this moon..." The black cat opened her mouth in order to scent for others, turning around in a circle when she scented someone nearby. Fox-dung. Did she notice? Shadow slunk towards the silver tabby, a glare on her face. "Hey," She scowled, "Did you see anything at all?"

(Shadow is eternally grump.)