First ever fanfiction so if it's rubbish you know why. Please give very HONEST reviews I don't mind and it does help. This story is set after the end of the story in the book in case you don't know from this vague first chapter.
Instincts
My form was that of a panther and I was alone, my team was else ware. I was on the trail of my prey and it was not going to get away from me. The only sounds I heard were the rustle of the leaves and the pounding of my heart. My feet, or rather paws, made barely a whisper as they repeatedly pounded the floor, again and again. My sleek black body shot through the foliage as easy as if I'd been walking in between tables. My ears twitched checking every direction for a single sound. My eyes scanned the ground looking out for anything that might hinder my progress. My sensitive nose followed the scent of my prey. I had caught the scent at the edge of the forest and had been chasing it for over an hour getting deeper and deeper into the darkness of the wood.
I stopped for a minute: I'd gotten so caught up in the instincts of running that I'd lost the scent of my prey. I retraced my steps, sniffing the ground and surrounding bushes until I found it again. I had run past a small opening in the bushes that led to a thin dirt path. I had just started off in this new direction when I heard something. I froze. I didn't even breath, poised in all four legs. Ready to pounce. I waited for a full two minutes before I started to relax and even then I kept still, barely breathing, the tip of my tail flicking nervously. I started cautiously in the direction the noise had come from. It had come from the same direction that my prey's scent led to. I crept forward not making a sound. I followed the scent into a clearing. When I entered the clearing I noticed that the scent got stronger and veered off in different direction as if my prey had been pacing around restlessly. Suddenly a dark shape came into my view. It was big and looked as if it was sat down in the middle of the clearing. I slowly closed the gap between us. I got closer and closer. Finally, when I thought I was close enough, I pounced at my prey. I sailed through the air. Pure instinct guided me to the figure. I hit it and bit into its throat.
Only to come away with a mouthful of twigs. Suddenly my prey (now revealed to be a pile of twigs, leaves and mud) collapsed underneath me and I fell, head-first, into a deep pit. I was stuck. Then I heard it again. The same noise as before. Slowly creeping towards the pit. The predator was now the pray. I was the prey...
