Post by Fireflake on Mar 1, 2020 7:52:03 GMT
Buckleap dashed across the field, ignoring some clanmates as he rushed past them. Leaf-Bare had made all prey scarce, not to mention rabbits. There was nothing wrong with the river or the forest and their little critters. There was just nothing like dodging sudden dips, the wind rushing through his short fur, matching pace with an animal built for speed. None of this registered consciously, of course. He didn't have time for that kind of sappy nonsense while his should-be catch hurtled toward the border.
Just a fox-length from the scent markings, the rabbit jumped into the air, as if it knew how close salvation was. Buckleap launched himself after it, feeling a flash of satisfaction as he tackled it to the ground. The thing's legs shuffled, trying to kick him away, so he quickly went in for the killing bite. His prey went limp. Buckleap grabbed it around the neck and grunted with effort as he stood up. Funny how time worked like that. One moment he could feel like he had when he'd come to MistClan, and the next he could feel three times his age.
