- Feb 9, 2023
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Life doesn't discriminate
Translucent claws hook and cleave the ground beneath him as he tears across the open moor. His target, a hefty rabbit fattened by green leaf abundance. Wind whips against his frame, whistling within tufted ears as he takes a sharp turn. The prey in question had tried many times by now to fake him out, attempting a false turn here and there. But Adderpaw had long since learned to think ahead of such tricks. What the rabbit did not know was that it was being corralled straight for his sister's jaws. Cottonpaw lay in wait within its tunnels, ready to trap it within her grasp. Long, even strides begin to slow, taking some of the pressure off the fleeing critter to allow it time to seek refuge.
His lungs expand and contract, greedily gulping down air as he watches the rabbit's ivory tail bob through the tall grass. Finally, after a long chase it dips below ground. "It's coming your way Cottonpaw." Adderpaw speaks from afar, elevating his voice just loud enough for his littermate to hear him. It was all up to her now and he silently hopes she is strong enough to handle the rather large doe. Licking his lips he lopes toward the entrance of the tunnel, hovering above the dark opening just in case it tries to shoot back up. Either way, there would be jaws waiting for it on both sides. (@cottonpaw)
His lungs expand and contract, greedily gulping down air as he watches the rabbit's ivory tail bob through the tall grass. Finally, after a long chase it dips below ground. "It's coming your way Cottonpaw." Adderpaw speaks from afar, elevating his voice just loud enough for his littermate to hear him. It was all up to her now and he silently hopes she is strong enough to handle the rather large doe. Licking his lips he lopes toward the entrance of the tunnel, hovering above the dark opening just in case it tries to shoot back up. Either way, there would be jaws waiting for it on both sides. (@cottonpaw)
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