Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160501045019/@comment-27798784-20160508011257

Breeze sighed and tried to see if he could smell any prey. Spotting a thrush, he moved toward it slowly. He stepped on a dry leaf, and as it crackled the bird prepared to fly off. He leaped then, just barely grabbing the thrush and killing it. It was not a very big thrush. It had not been very cleanly killed. But it was food. Satisfied with his catch, he picked up his prey and padded back towards his home.