Secret Hunt [OPEN]

[boo]

Crickette stalked through the short grass of the forest. She was trying to catch this little black bird that she had seen by her barn, but it had led her all the way out here. She could hear the river gurgling nearby, and hoped that the sound masked her own pawsteps; Crickette was aware that she wasn't the most skilled hunter. The mice at the barn were fat and lazy and practically sat at her feet, but out here, well, it was quite a different story. The mouse she had scented scurried away before she could even crouch, and the vole she had nearly caught had acaully turned and bit her! It was as if all the forest prey KNEW she was a barn cat!

The small cat was just about to pounce on the unsuspecting bird, when a furious russling came from some nearby bushes. The bird was gone is a flurry of feathers, and Crickette was left hungry.

"What! Valentino, if you just cost me my lunch, I swear I'm going to-" But when she turned to see who had scared the bird off, it wasn't Valentino.

((Open for Anyone!))

[spottypelt]

"You'll what?" Wildtalon stepped out of the bushes to get a better look at the little loner. Well, little to normal sandards, although she was almost as big as Wildtalon herself. "Because it looks like, to me, that you just scared off MY lunch." Wildtalon tried to make herself look as big as possible.

The little cat was a very peculiar color, white with brown face markings. Wildtalon had only ever seen those kinds of markings on kittypets. This cat seemed ignorant to the clans, but, she wasn't wearing a collar, and she didn't seem like a kittypet to her.