Blaze/Fennec/Female M:Sparrowhawk
Sparrow(gets stolen), 2x pigeon (1st), scent dog eating rabbit scares Sparrowhawk, blood dripping down my jaws, slowly goes back to eating, one x rabbit white ears, glows in the moonlight, downwind, claw its haunches, make it stumble, bite neck, wrench claws out. other killed by nightingale, 3x mice, 2 escape crept up behind them, downwind.
Shut/open eyes, to adjust vision
Arrange prey
(later)owl, branch underside, bows under combined weight, tried to maul, scratched my ear, 4 weeks to heal at most,
I watched Selene briskly scurry away. Once she was out of sight, I crawled out of the hole, and latched myself to the side of the tree trunk, pricked my ears, and took in the scents of the night time forest. I could smell a couple of pigeons on a higher branch, a sparrow, three mice somewhere to my left, a vole that had come up for air, and a couple of rabbits. I grinned. The night was MY turf. No more nice Blaze…
First I went for the pigeons. They were peacefully snoozing on their branch. Not for long. I used a front paw and my hind paws to latch onto the tree, slamming down on the neck of the further one with one paw, and breaking the closer one’s neck with my jaws. I rearranged them on the branch, before neatly stacking them in my jaws. I could feel the still-warm blood dribbling down my throat. It was delicious. On the way back down, one nearly slipped out but my large, jagged teeth held them in. I dumped them into my prey-hole. The sparrow was next. I sniffed, and found it on my perch. This one was a no-brainer on strategy. I pounced on it, probably crushing it and killing it instantly. I bit its neck afterward for good measure. I scampered back to the hole and tossed it in. I looked down and realised it had formed a pile at the base of the hole. I jumped in and pushed the fresh-kill to one side. Once again, I climbed down the tree, held my nose in the air and sniffed. There! Rabbit scent. But only on. I believe the she-dog had taken the other. Nose to the ground, I followed the trail. The smell was getting stronger. I slowed my pace, and started putting my paws down more carefully. I crept closer, ever closer… I stopped, and changed my course slightly to be downwind. It was getting quite dark. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again, letting them adjust to the growing darkness. There it was! The rabbit. It was washing its snow-white ears in a clearing, its pelt seeming to glow in the moonlight. I feel saliva running through my teeth, then dripping to the ground below. Closer…closer…
Snap! A dry twig and cracked under my paws. I cussed under my breath. The rabbit perked up its ears and began to run in the opposite direction. I gave chase, as I wasn’t about to let such a juicy, succulent meal just walk out from under my nose! I caught up in a few loping strides, but even that short distance was tiring me out. I tried to slash at its neck, but missed, and my claws tore down its flank instead! The rabbit stumbled, slowing down just enough so I could lean forward and snap its neck. I slid to a halt, the rabbit dangling between my jaws. I wrenched my claws out of its bloodstained pelt, turned tail and trotted back to my prey hole, scrabbled up the tree and dumped the prey in, and pushed it to one side, and climbed out again. Ears up and pricked for the mice. But wait. I could smell something else. A dog and a rabbit. I rotated my head 90 degrees to stare at him. After a while, he scented the blood on me and turned around, looking worried. I don’t blame him, I probably looked pretty terrifying, blood dripping down my chin from gaping jaws, claws bloodied, the moonlight making my eyes glow white. He slowly turned back around to take another bite of his rabbit, and I quickly made my way back into the bushes. Whether he turned around again, I do not know. Maybe he thought I was a fever dream or something. The mice, too, had moved location. They were now under an oak tree, eating acorns. I peered through the bushes, then padded closer-
AND POUNCED!
The mice sprinted in all directions, scattering, but I simply put out one paw and broke the neck of one of them. The others scampered into the bushes. I decided going after them would be too much of a hassle. Back to the hole I go!
Bloodied mouse dangling between my jaws, I wiggled into my hole, and put it down on one side. But something seemed off…
Alas! The sparrow was stolen! I gave a low growl, narrowing my eyes. Who could’ve done this?! Selene?! ACE?! No, It couldn't've (is that how to spell it?) been them, the hole was too small for them to fit through. I poked my head out and sniffed the air, and stretched my ears. I could smell the sparrow, and could hear something tearing it to shreds and loudly chewing on it. I craned my neck to look around the trunk and spotted it on my perch.
An owl. An OWL, nearly as big as I was, had stolen the sparrow. Wait. Not the sparrow. MY SPARROW. And boy, was It going to pay…
I decided to try something new, as I knew owls could rotate their head 180 degrees, so it would be no use sneaking up behind it. So instead, I protracted my claws, and began to walk along the underside of the branch. It bowed under our combined weight, but the owl didn’t seem to notice. Closer… closer… I decided to move to the side of the branch, silent, creeping closer… I struck! I aimed for its neck, but it saw me and managed to relatively dodge the blow. But luckily, I struck its wing, instead. The owl tried to escape through flying, but instead plummeted to the ground. I jumped down and landed on all fours on the ground, bared my teeth and began to walk towards it. It tried to maul me, but I ducked, and it only grazed the tip of one ear, instead. I hissed. Oh it was going to PAY ALRIGHT! I pinned it down by a wing, bowed down my head and tore out its throat. I could hear it make a few drowned gargles before its eyes went glassy. I smirked. THIS is why you don’t mess with Blaze. I clamped my jaws down on the back of its neck, and dragged it up the tree and shoved it into my prey-hole. It took a little while, but it finally went through in a cloud of soft feathers. I harrumphed. My ear hurt. I tried to clean the scratch, but it just hurt more. I gave a sigh, then wandered down to the lake to give myself a good wash.
Tonight, the lake will be stained red.