Chapter 1
Deer ran after the hare. Just… a bit… closer… She was about to pounce when she tripped over her own tail. "Mouse dung!" she hissed silently. Prey had been growing scarce, not just because the first snowfall had fallen nearly a moon ago, but also because of these groups of cats that started to move in. They had called themselves gangs when she first met them, they had also nearly clawed her pelt off when she had refused to give them her freshkill. The 'gangs' had control of nearly every piece of freshkill and every cat. They don't care who they are dealing with, but it's almost as if they're word is law.
Deer padded thru the alley, there might just be a rat or a pigeon hiding from the snow. She stopped for a second to scent the air for any bit of prey. Mouse! She nearly wanted to yowl in joy. It was a bit faint but she could still tell one thing for sure. There was more than ten and they passed by here not long ago. They might still be hiding in the alley and then almost on cue, the sound of little feet was able to be heard between two garbage bags. Deer immediately crouched. There was nothing that could give her away besides herself. She slowly crept on what could soon be her meal for the day. As soon as she pounced mice started to pour out in pairs. They all were mistaken. The exit is where they would all meet they're death.
27 mice in total. All of which were a bit plump. Deer couldn't help but purr at the sight of a feast laid out in front of her. I'll have to make a den for now. She looked at the crevice that they were all hiding in. That'll do. She grabbed a few feathers she found outside of the alley. It took a bit to arrange them all. And it took a bit longer to take all of the mice in. should I cover them with snow? Would they still rot that way? She asked herself. I might as well try it. She better hurry. The gang cats would be coming out soon.
I'm sorry that this story is at a slow start. There will be action in the next chapter though.