Post by Lucien on Mar 28, 2023 18:33:15 GMT -5
It was still early when Lucien exited his makeshift den. Though the sun had only begun to climb over the horizon, a sticky heat still seemed to settle over the surrounding area. It clung to the tom's thick coat uncomfortably, and for a moment he missed the strange rumbling beast that had kept his two-leg's den cool in the warmer months of the year. He banished the thought with a shake of his head. There was no point in lingering on the past, or it would lead to more recent and painful memories. The smell of sickness still lingered in the back of his throat.
'A hunt will do me good,' Lucien thinks sharply, cutting through the melancholy. Hunger had begun to gnaw at his stomach and the coming heat of the day would make hunting incredibly insufferable. The white tom gets to his paws and begins to weave his way through the nearby rocks. With his bright fur, it was better to stay down amongst them than on top. Most prey would spot him tail lengths away, and it was basically advertising a free meal to any predators that may be lurking about. All he had to do was watch out for the snakes that liked to take shelter under the rocks sometimes. They were mostly harmless if a cat kept their distance, but they were quick to strike out at any unsuspecting travelers that got too close. Lucien remembers the way his heart had raced after he had barely escaped one's wicked fangs, shortly after he had arrived here. He'd also seen others that were not as lucky. Those were not pleasant memories either.
It isn't long before he's managed to catch a mouse. It's fairly plump and Lucien's mouth crouches to take his first bite. He pauses however and looks around with perked ears. He isn't sure what has him on alert so suddenly. The tom shifts his weight, ready to run should the need arise, and opens his mouth to call out, "Is someone there?"
'A hunt will do me good,' Lucien thinks sharply, cutting through the melancholy. Hunger had begun to gnaw at his stomach and the coming heat of the day would make hunting incredibly insufferable. The white tom gets to his paws and begins to weave his way through the nearby rocks. With his bright fur, it was better to stay down amongst them than on top. Most prey would spot him tail lengths away, and it was basically advertising a free meal to any predators that may be lurking about. All he had to do was watch out for the snakes that liked to take shelter under the rocks sometimes. They were mostly harmless if a cat kept their distance, but they were quick to strike out at any unsuspecting travelers that got too close. Lucien remembers the way his heart had raced after he had barely escaped one's wicked fangs, shortly after he had arrived here. He'd also seen others that were not as lucky. Those were not pleasant memories either.
It isn't long before he's managed to catch a mouse. It's fairly plump and Lucien's mouth crouches to take his first bite. He pauses however and looks around with perked ears. He isn't sure what has him on alert so suddenly. The tom shifts his weight, ready to run should the need arise, and opens his mouth to call out, "Is someone there?"
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