Chapter 3
Freedom
Once again a short chapter so sorry. The beginning is a little slow going and short, but it gets better.
Baillie ran as fast as she could out of the cave, on and on, running jumping, practically flying through the forest. As soon as she got to the edge of their territory she skid to a halt; she had never been out of the territory before. Slowly she lifted up her paw and hesitantly moved it forward and placed on the other side. She pressed her pads firmly into the dirt, and flung herself onto the other side, doing a back flip in midair.
"Oh my rabbit's tail I'm finally free! I'm going to go hunt and find shelter and swim in the river and claim trees and jump across the tree tops and fly with the birds!" she yelled at herself.
She suddenly stopped and smelled the air. She heard a rustle in the leaves. She slowly walked toward the sound, and through a bush. Then she spotted a rabbit, facing the opposite direction of her.
Great! My first catch alone! She thought to herself.
She gently dropped into a crouch and silently moved toward the prey. She stepped on a twig but before her kill could even move a muscle, she was on top of it. Her mother always said she was a good hunter, but little did she know, she was abnormally good at it, and many other things that she never even knew existed.