Ahh, a player. She hadn't been able to play this game in a long, long time. Barn loosened her muscles and dropped low to the ground, hiding in a shadow of an oak. Her pupils widened to accomodate the shade, and she became a part of the darkness. The cat's jaws opened, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of prey, any prey. There was Wade, the human. The earthy trees and plants. Her ears rotated, catching tiny sounds. Rustling leaves. There was a breeze. Which way was it blowing? Ah, towards her and the amateur hunter. That means anything in front of her she would smell. Barn could hear Wade's breathing, a slow rythm. Her paws crept forward, settling between leaves and sticks that would otherwise give her position away. The cat's belly barely brushed the ground, slipping past obstacles. She caught the scent of an animal. A rabbit? Barn inhaled again. No, squirrel. Possibly near rabbit dung, if her scent glands were anything to go by. The Kelvic adjusted her path. She snuck towards it, noting that she was correct. Perfect, right in pouncing range. "Meow." The split second it took for the squirrel to whip its head around and give her a fearful look was all she needed. She leapt, claws out and snagging the animal's tail as it sprang for the safety of a tree. There was a painful wrench of her front right leg, but it was dragged backwards and secured with her left paw. A quick, precise bite to the neck ended its terror, and the feline lifted it up and swung around, looking pleased. "See? Easy." |