◘ Ravensplash ◘
Breathes in the many tastes of the forest. Pine.....dirt.....water.....squirrel! She narrowed in on a plump squirrel scuttling among the roots of a tree in search of acorns and seeds. She crouched down low, straightening her tail. Finally, the squirrel came into pouncing range. She flung herself onto it and tore at his throat. He let out a tiny cry for help, then went limp. She snatched it up in her jaws and carried it back to the hole she had dug earlier. She tossed it in and scratched some dirt over it. "Nice catches." She praised Brindleface and Lovepaw.


























