Beneath the dense and interwoven canopy suspended well above distant concept grown illumination, filter of still needles breaking each beam apart until mere pinpricks adorned the dark ground. Lacking snow in abundance that adorned shore beyond, gentle the dusting atop aerial roots and discarded needles, withered leaves among crackling with each step. Forgotten winter almost, relative peace surrounding in a haze of earthen hues. Or, at the least, may have been if the air did not hold tight to a chill.

Outward thin coat bushed, still the frigid air carded through those fine strands, dug into delicate skin below. Back and forth the length of his tail flicked, similar the state in which it bristled, annoyance worn apparent along silver and ivory countenance. On did he continue despite it all, beneath those twisted and entangled boughs treading with a set desire. Soon enough may he discard the nursery, the subterranean housing grown too small for those who needed it, caretakers and wards alike grown short as each child grew further. Too long such, however, each morning arising with a bright flare of shimmering golden light only further reminder more must pass before his time arrived.

Movement halted, above the soil paw hovering, stopped mid step. Back and forth ears moved, an angle sought that may assist in pinpointing where slight rustle had originated from. Hope dissipated with a heavy sigh as silence prevailed, once more his futile search begun. Rather idiotic his plan overall, the notion he may prove himself and thus be elevated early wishful thinking, yet still prior offer lingered in his thoughts. Unexpected, and all too much, the chance to claim a rank above his station, the excitement and terror a potent mix that caused instant denial. Now regret gnawed at his stomach, chance whisked away for he had not understood the implications. Time enough would there be for such, and lie would it be to say Foam cared for any such power that was tied to the rank, he simply wished to be freed from the restrictions about his current days.

Once more the undergrowth moved and his thoughts shifted, body acting before assessment may be performed. Welcome the influx of life that populated the twisted woodlet as the unexpected storm dissipated and time was permitted to prepare once more for winter, though meagre the number still. All the same it seemed desperate, or simply a fool, the rabbit that was adorned in a splotchy coat, brown losing out to the white steadily taking hold. Lax was it, stretched out upon the soil with no movement to show it lived still, the lack of blood confusing as closer did the kitten crawl, belly scrapping along the earth. Outward paw stretched and he lightly prodded at the animal, back jumping a few steps when it did not move.

"Hello…?" His voice rang out, a ringing sound echoing off the silent trunks clustered about, response given only in a harsh croaking call. The moments passed and, lacking substantial reason to believe the creature had been a product of a hunt, taken was the supposedly open prize. Awkward his hold, the rabbit near enough his own size it dragged and legs entangled with his own, harsh puffs escaping his nose and strained groans muffled by the fur in his mouth. For a time he seemed well and fine, no challenge was made, until once more the harsh cry sounded.

Darkness all he saw, wings buffeting his head, sharp the pressure about ear tip roughly tugging. Dropped his load and outward paws blindly struck, a raucous call heralding the departure of what he realised to be a bird. About did Foam look, briefly heartened to see how snow gathered thick about where the trees thinned and the light cast a glare against the ivory, yet still was it a fair distance to travel with the rabbit. Taking hold once more he hurried as quickly as his little legs and waning energy may allow, yet once more was forced to stop with his own shout as the bird took another chance at driving him off. Futile it's attempts, over the top of the prey Foam positioning himself, the fur along his spine bristling as he hissed at the bird in retreat once more. There they were left, the disgruntled crow watching from up high as the kitten waited, claws kneading the soil as both grew reluctant to act first.