Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2016 9:45:11 GMT -6
Calli flicked her tail as she walked out of her den. The sun was up, clear in the sky, but the cold still controlled the day. Leafbare was getting sooner and sooner every day, and she needed to hunt, because honestly, she wouldn't make it through without stockpileing food. She sniffed the air and walked towards the scent of a rabbit. They always seemed to be her go to. Probably because they were big enough to last more than one day. She walke carefully, not wanting to scare away food for the other cats in the terriory.