The Hunt of Death

[Blackest~Ember]

[glow=white,2,300]She was hunting her long claws glinting in the dying sun. Her small paws padding over the marshy ground. She hissed in disgust at the gloop. She was starving though and bloodlust was hard to curb. She stared at the camp in the distance and moved faster. Her grey and white legs were now a blur. Her eyes scanned the horizan for another cat. She need food now. It would only be a matter of time. She blinked her eyes in weariness. She could feel her energy dying. She hoped that she would be strong enough to fight once they found the cat. She broke into a graceful lope her body moving fluidly across the land, closing the distance between her and the near camp ahead. [/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Beside her ran her kit. Spice was running quickly to keep up with her mother. Yes Spice was as big as her but she wasn't designed for running as much as her mother was. Spice was also hungry but her hunger was not so much. She had caved in and hunted for a rabbit before going with her mother on this hunt. She had needed something to hold her over and the blood scent had been to much. It wasn't as tasty as cat blood but it was good enough. When her mother started to lope Spice had increased her speed and stride. She felt like she was flying. The burning in her lungs, she ignored. Pain was just a message. You could ignore the message.[/glow]