𝙵𝚘𝚡'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 -

Hunting

I rolled about in our bug infested log; I love our log. Mama and my four siblings have been living in here since dad left. I miss dad. And that was awhile ago.

Today was a bright day- no rain- so mama took me and my siblings on a walk around were we live. I dont know what to call it, but I think Tree Land will fit nicely. So we trotted about, taking in the wonderful sights and scents that bloom in Tree Land. The rushing river pounded and the birds sang, the leaves crunching beneath my paws. I love Tree Land.

The walk was lovely- my favourite walk- and mama was taking us back to our log. My tummy was rumbling, so when mama wasn't looking, I scrambled out of our log. Plop. I shook my head and sniffed the air. Mama took me hunting one or two times before, I know what I'm doing.

I swept up my paws in a direction that smelled like squirrel. My they seemed to be controling me, they led me to a majestic grey squirrel. I dropped down, shoulder blades pointed, and stalked towards the it. When I was sure I was close enough, I pounced, tackling the squirrel down. Bloos drenched my claws. I poked it to make sure it was dead, before picking it up to realise: where acutally am I?