Post by rainstorm on Nov 27, 2005 23:57:32 GMT -5
Rainstorm arrived at the top of the hill, but it was leaf-bare, and not much prey was here. She padded around, trying to find the faintest smell of prey. She located a mouse, nibbling on a piece of grass. Stealthy, she creeped through the tall, frozen grass until she came within striking distance of the small, unsuspecting creature, she pounced. It let out a wail of distress, but a moment to late. Rainstorm killed the tiny creature with one blow of her paw. She buried it in the tall grass, and crept off to find her next unsuspecting creature.