![]() ![]() The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. With one final check on his prey's position, Rusty pushed back hard on his haunches and sprang, kicking up leaves on the forest floor as he rose. Slowly he lowered his body into position, crouching for the attack. He swallowed, stifling his rumbling stomach. Rusty knew it was a mouse he could feel the rapid pulsing of a tiny hearty deep within his ear fur. ![]() It was hiding in the leaves less than two tail-lengths away. Musty odors of leaf mold mingled with the tempting aroma of a small furry creature. He opened his jaws slightly to let the warm smells of the forest reach the scent glads on the roof of his mouth. ![]() His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. ![]() This place was unfamiliar, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. The young tomcat's eyes opened wide as he scanned the dense undergrowth. It was very dark. Rusty could sense something was near. ![]()
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