A vibrant ginger tortoiseshell-calico she-cat padded through the forest, sniffing the air every few paces. "What's happened to the prey? There's usually loads." She growled to herself, lashing her long-furred tail and shaking her pelt out, making her look like a giant ball of fluff. "What is the point anyways? There's tons of food in the fresh-kill pile. Although," Flicking her ear, she turned back to where her home was; the clearing. A large peaceful clearing full of what everybody called 'Clearing Creatures'. "I still want to impress Kitsu. And I don't want to lie after shouting that I was going to bring back some juicy prey." So with a tired huff, she continued her search through the forest.

Crack. Kitty froze, perking her ears and looked around. Was that a clumsy piece of prey, or something else? The tiny she-cat thought, and spotted what had made the sound. She immediately crouched down, and slid over the leaves like a snake, silent as the night itself. She got about a mouse-length from it, and peered at it through some brambles in her way. Swinging her rear from side to side, she jumped, over the brambles and onto her prey. A deer.

It let out a started sound, and started to buck. Thank StarClan that Bronzefang taught me how to kill these things! She clung onto its back, refusing to let go of it with her large, pin-like claws. Slowly, it started to slow, and the sound stopped. Kitty could feel its chest heaving, as well as her own fast heartbeat. Now the deer only bucked every few times, and she slowly clawed her way from its back to its neck, leaving blood to trickle down its sides. Now, it started to shake its head, desperately trying to shake the she-cat off, but Kitty didn't give up, and now noticed the size of its horns. Gulping, she swung down and held on with only her front claws, dangling from its neck as it shook. She heaved up again, and clamped down on the bottom of its neck, blood spilling out almost immediately. The deer gasped, and slowly, knelt down, until it flopped over in a puddle of blood. Its breath slowed, and after a moment, it stopped completely.

Kitty waited a little longer before letting go and spitting out the tangy taste of blood. She started to lick the grass that was clean, to get the taste out. "I hate blood!" She yowled angrily. "Oh, whatever. At least we can feast for days! And Kitsu might even praise me!" She purred, thinking of her long-time best friend. A fox, of all things, too. A magical, tail-less, fluffy-butted fox that's actually a kitsune. Happy now, she sunk her teeth in the deer's neck again, and began to haul it back to the clearing, inch by inch by inch, her tail high and waving, and fluffed out with happiness.