Post by icefang on Aug 31, 2005 20:33:56 GMT -5
Firestorm crept slowly through the trees. He would move through the undergrowth if it were not for all those little balls of prey fur and bones that the owl leaves behind. The stink! Taking his mind off the owl-balls, he scented a mouse sitting by a tree. A moment later he saw it. It was temptingly fat. Suddenly, an old apprentice lesson swept through Firestorm's head. Rabbit hears you, mouse feels you, he thought. He dropped into a crouch, his weight on his hackles, creeping lightly, unseen through the trees. He was a tail-length away from it when it suddenly pricked its ears. Firestorm pounced, and quickly killed the mouse with one blow. He hunted until sunhigh where he carried several mice, a rabbit and a blackbird back to camp.