Snowflakes danced in the wind like a delicate ballerinas, each twirl and spin looked coordinated like routine. White puffy snow clouds dotted the sky, obstructing the moon's radiant light. A thick-furred, stocky, well-muscled, white tom strode through the forest, searching for the sweet delicious scent of prey.
A flicker of movement caught the pure white tom's eyes. He spotted a skinny vole searching hungrily through the snow for food. The tom licked his teeth at the thought of prey and began to stalk the small animal. Putting great care into each paw step, he narrowed his eyes, wiggled his haunches, and leapt onto the vole. A purr rumbled from his throat as the scent of prey washed over him.
He twitched his ears as he heard something trudging through the snow. Another patrol? The tom thought as the sound got closer. His neck fur bristled as a familiar scent wavered over his noses. "Badger." He hissed aloud and backed away slowly. Suddenly, a giant black and white figured crashed through the snow covered bushes. The badger had broad black and white shoulders, powerful paws equipped with blunt claws, and a mouth filled with sharp jagged teeth. The badger grunted softly, studying the white tom that stood before him, frozen in fear. The badger quickly clambered over to the tom, sharp teeth meeting fur and skin.
A spine-tingling screech echoed through the forest as the white tom took his last breath, and fell limp in the badger's jaws. The badger set down the deceased body of the tom, licked its blood stained teeth and clambered off back into the foreboding darkness.