- Feb 9, 2023
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Not one. Nor two. But three. Three miserably failed attempts to catch natures surplus of rabbits roaming the moorlands. He was unfocused. The weight of his harrowing thoughts made the tabby's movements sluggish and I'll timed at best. If he didn't manage to tighten up on his sloppy maneuvers he would risk losing a fourth. Returning to camp without anything to contribute was not an option.
Ragged breaths flowed in and out of his parched throat as his claws gripped equally dry earth. Zipping before him was a good sized buck. Larger and more fleet-footed than the other rabbits he struggled to catch. Stamina exhausted, Addervenom watched in growing frustration as he began to lose ground, his potential target slipping further and further away. Yet for whatever reason, he stubbornly continued to chase his prey despite the growing distance.
Straight ahead he noticed a figure on the horizon his claws might not be able to grasp the fleeing rabbit but perhaps they would. "Grab it!" He shouted over whistling winds, beginning to slow to a lope as his limbs threatened to give out. He couldn't run anymore and his lungs felt as if fire burned within them. Bowing his head the tabby slumped into a seated position fighting to gain his composure. (@Firefang and @SCORCHSTREAK)
Ragged breaths flowed in and out of his parched throat as his claws gripped equally dry earth. Zipping before him was a good sized buck. Larger and more fleet-footed than the other rabbits he struggled to catch. Stamina exhausted, Addervenom watched in growing frustration as he began to lose ground, his potential target slipping further and further away. Yet for whatever reason, he stubbornly continued to chase his prey despite the growing distance.
Straight ahead he noticed a figure on the horizon his claws might not be able to grasp the fleeing rabbit but perhaps they would. "Grab it!" He shouted over whistling winds, beginning to slow to a lope as his limbs threatened to give out. He couldn't run anymore and his lungs felt as if fire burned within them. Bowing his head the tabby slumped into a seated position fighting to gain his composure. (@Firefang and @SCORCHSTREAK)
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