21st of Summer 513AV
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A faint crinkle of leaves alerted Kitchi and she twisted on her heels, bow drawn in an instant and aimed towards the noise expectantly. A small grey creature had shuffled into view through a pile of drying leaves. One of the animals ears lopped sidewards as it sniffed at the ground and scanned with black eyes. Part of her wondered if the rabbit had spotted her in its search for danger as she aimed her wooden bow down towards its small frame with a smirk. It was close enough that she was certain she would not miss. Her attention was then drawn by another shuffling of leaves before another, smaller, rabbit followed behind noisily. Its feet were to big for its size and it movements were slow and clumsy. a baby? Isn't it a bit late for offspring? the bow lowered slightly as Kitchi observed the belated pair. It was very unusual for such late births and even more unusual for them to survive for very long. She hesitated over lifting the bow once more, once the mother had been shot the baby would be defenceless and an easy target but something held her back, kept the sharp head of the arrow pointed towards the ground and undrawn. The baby stopped besides his mother and plonked itself on the floor with a flurry of uncontrolled limps. Having allowed her child to settle the mother started to move again, hopping towards one of the nearby bushes dotted with tiny red berries. The infants oversized back paw lifted and started to scratch behind its floppy, grey ears. Remaining still, hidden. Its black eyes studied its parent as she moved forwards and sniffed the berry. Her nose wiggling as she did so.
A sharp caw filled the air and all three creatures turned their attention to the sky in surprise. A large dark figure moved in quickly, sharp talons stretched towards the mother. In an instant everything had gone from calm and serene to a mess of chaos as the bird clasped itself around the mother, talons digging into the soft grey fur. The mother rabbit squeaked in panic, desperately writhing between the talons of its predator as it started to rise into the air. Wings flapping determined and a glint of pride danced from the birds black eyes as it carried its dinner higher. Soon the trees had shielded the pair from view although squawks still echoed around Kitchi. After the shock of the sudden encounter she allowed her eyes to move back towards the infant, who seemed frozen in spot.
“Poor thing.....” Kitchi whispered as she stared down at it. It looked so pathetic, so desperate and alone and tiny against the large harsh world. It was too young to look after itself, probably just being taught what food to avoid. Suddenly Kitchi became aware of her hands being free, when had she put her bow away? For a moment she panicked but a quick flick of her wrists reassured her it had been hooked properly onto her quiver. Uncertain what to do she felt herself stepping forward, slowly and carefully. Her quiver dropped silently to the ground and her fingers started to wrap around the corners of her Katinu. Another step couple steps and she had managed to pull her Katinu off while slowly creeping up on the still startled rabbit. She was thankful that it had become completely immobilised but part of her was concerned for its well-being. More steps and she was as close to the rabbit as she imagined she would ever get. Its body had started to tense more and more and faint movements could be identified coming from its tiny body. Kitchi tensed her own body, was this going to work? She found herself biting on her lips nervously. What if she missed? What if it didn't work? Stop doubting and do it She reasoned, gritting her teeth and preparing herself.
With a quick motion she leapt forwards, Katinu in her stretched hands. The infant rabbit twisted its head around, staring up at her with shock but it didn't move. The fabric covered it quickly and Kitchi managed to press her hand along it, trapping the creature away from the long slit which could aid its escape. The rabbit started to panic, flopping around within the fabric in an attempt to escape. For a moment she heard its claws desperately scratching against the fabric, trying to break the threads holding it together. The sound of claws on dirt followed before silence. The creature stilled, obviously terrified and Kitchi felt her heart lurch at its silence. She felt bad for subjecting it to this but she knew that it could never survive on its own, she had to help it. Perhaps someone would delite in the tiny furry creature as a pet, it was very cute after all. Her arms enclosed around it, scooping it into her Katinu. She was careful as she closed around it to create a hole not big enough for it to escape but enough to allow it to breath in a fresh supply of oxygen. She twisted back towards her quiver, carefully leaning down to pick up up and sling over her shoulder. Her eyes fixed on the small hole that had appeared at the top. It was to dark inside to see anything but she watched nervously, scared she had harmed the rabbit.
A sharp caw filled the air and all three creatures turned their attention to the sky in surprise. A large dark figure moved in quickly, sharp talons stretched towards the mother. In an instant everything had gone from calm and serene to a mess of chaos as the bird clasped itself around the mother, talons digging into the soft grey fur. The mother rabbit squeaked in panic, desperately writhing between the talons of its predator as it started to rise into the air. Wings flapping determined and a glint of pride danced from the birds black eyes as it carried its dinner higher. Soon the trees had shielded the pair from view although squawks still echoed around Kitchi. After the shock of the sudden encounter she allowed her eyes to move back towards the infant, who seemed frozen in spot.
“Poor thing.....” Kitchi whispered as she stared down at it. It looked so pathetic, so desperate and alone and tiny against the large harsh world. It was too young to look after itself, probably just being taught what food to avoid. Suddenly Kitchi became aware of her hands being free, when had she put her bow away? For a moment she panicked but a quick flick of her wrists reassured her it had been hooked properly onto her quiver. Uncertain what to do she felt herself stepping forward, slowly and carefully. Her quiver dropped silently to the ground and her fingers started to wrap around the corners of her Katinu. Another step couple steps and she had managed to pull her Katinu off while slowly creeping up on the still startled rabbit. She was thankful that it had become completely immobilised but part of her was concerned for its well-being. More steps and she was as close to the rabbit as she imagined she would ever get. Its body had started to tense more and more and faint movements could be identified coming from its tiny body. Kitchi tensed her own body, was this going to work? She found herself biting on her lips nervously. What if she missed? What if it didn't work? Stop doubting and do it She reasoned, gritting her teeth and preparing herself.
With a quick motion she leapt forwards, Katinu in her stretched hands. The infant rabbit twisted its head around, staring up at her with shock but it didn't move. The fabric covered it quickly and Kitchi managed to press her hand along it, trapping the creature away from the long slit which could aid its escape. The rabbit started to panic, flopping around within the fabric in an attempt to escape. For a moment she heard its claws desperately scratching against the fabric, trying to break the threads holding it together. The sound of claws on dirt followed before silence. The creature stilled, obviously terrified and Kitchi felt her heart lurch at its silence. She felt bad for subjecting it to this but she knew that it could never survive on its own, she had to help it. Perhaps someone would delite in the tiny furry creature as a pet, it was very cute after all. Her arms enclosed around it, scooping it into her Katinu. She was careful as she closed around it to create a hole not big enough for it to escape but enough to allow it to breath in a fresh supply of oxygen. She twisted back towards her quiver, carefully leaning down to pick up up and sling over her shoulder. Her eyes fixed on the small hole that had appeared at the top. It was to dark inside to see anything but she watched nervously, scared she had harmed the rabbit.
