First Hunt
Kyuubi
He was still young when his parents died, but he could fend for himself. Kyuubi had two tails already, but he was only a few years old. He fed off of rotting carcasses the first two weeks after his parents perished in a fire. He always remained hidden from the other tailed beasts. They still had their parents who would kill Kyuubi on sight. Kyuubi couldn't live off of the kills of others forever. Soon, he had to hunt to survive.
Kyuubi was starving; he had not eaten for two days. Snow covered any dead animals he would normally feast on. It was early winter, so prey was scarce. Kyuubi had tried to find prey, but there wasn't a single animal small enough for him to kill. He was still only the size of a normal fox, so he couldn't kill the large animals he saw every day. If he lived a few months more, he could kill them, but he had to focus on small creatures for now. He had to settle for a small target.
As Kyuubi sniffed the cool winter air, he scented mice, voles, and a rabbit or two in a nearby meadow. Kyuubi licked his lips at the thought of a meal and began to head towards his destination. Once he crawled into some tall grass, he could see his choices. Mice and voles wouldn't satisfy his roaring stomach, so he set his sights on a rabbit. It was rather large for a rabbit, so it could be slow. Kyuubi could tell his target was old and wouldn't live much longer. His target was as white as snow, but its movements were clearly visible to Kyuubi's keen red eyes. It had no idea that it was about to meet a demon.
Kyuubi crept forward, inch by slow inch, towards his prey. He was only three feet away from it now. The fat rabbit's ears were deaf to the soft crunch of snow beneath Kyuubi's paws. Kyuubi tensed and prepared himself. The rabbit took a slow, painful hop towards its hunter and didn't suspect a thing. In mere moments, Kyuubi flung himself onto the helpless rabbit. He snapped its neck quickly and felt blood rush into his mouth. He devoured his kill quickly so that nobody would have a chance to steal it. He remembered the humans that had started the fire that kill his parents and thought about how fun it would be to kill them with his own paws. From that moment on, Kyuubi killed everything that he could. He never showed mercy to his victims. Instead of killing creatures quickly, he drew out their deaths as long as possible so that they would feel the same pain that he had when he was young.