Name ;; FeatherTail.
Setting ;; Marsh.
Tagged ;; No One.
She dropped into a hunters crouch, her limbs tucked under her as her ears perked high, listening carefully as her tail hung low, barely brushing the ground. She quietly heard a small scuffling sound, turning her cranium, and continuing on in that direction. Following the sound, she silently brushed few reeds aside, eyeing a frog dashing through the water. FeatherTail waited until it stopped, then from her hiding spot, pounced. Her front limbs outstretched with unsheathed claws, quickly clutching the slimy creature, piercing it until it went limp. Satisfied, she hid it in the weeds, continuing on with her hunt.