Post by DBS And Thier Crew of Fighters on Sept 11, 2005 7:27:53 GMT -5
Treepaw had just dropped into a crouch in the tall grass. None of his body was visible. He crept forward, just having smelt a chaffinch. His claws dug into the ground and his ears were pricked forward. He jumped landing squarly on the chaffinch. He had killed it right away, when landing on it, he had crushed it's head. It was a young chaffinch, but was better than nothing. He dropped it on the ground and scraped earth over it with his back paws. Than he pricked his ears forward once again, ready for another catch.
