please me - [PALMCLAN VISIT]

[METEOR]

The apprentice had split from the group long before Stryker’s words. The Tanglewoods forest, warmer than PalmClan’s snowy lands, called to his stomach. He hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days, and he intended on taking full advantage of the hunting grounds. Because that’s what he thought the Tanglewoods were—random woodlands.

Crouched in the swampy plants, he shook his head and pawed at his ear. Wake up, he told himself, but he already knew it wasn’t tiredness weighing down his paws. The hunger pains, impossible to ignore since three days ago, gnawed at his belly; Quasar couldn’t remember ever being this hungry. Not even when his dad—BRAIN GLITCH! don’t touch this memory—and he’d been miserable until his mom gave him roasted squirrel. He tasted that scrawny thing, even now, and wished he had his mom to help him.

His yellow ears twitched. Immediately, the vaporwave explosion focused on his surroundings, frozen like a statue. He barely breathed as he listened, head tilted, for the sounds.

The footsteps came again. On the tree’s roots, near the water’s edge.

He prowled towards the animal, each step deliberate and slow. Whatever the thing was, it was slow and loud, and Quasar tracked it easily. Without a sound, he closed the distance, and his teeth grinded together from nerves. He needed this. PalmClan needed this. He needed to kill.

A tawny pelt appeared in the gaps of the undergrowth, but Quasar couldn’t exactly pinpoint the animal’s species. Probably a rabbit, he reasoned to himself, licking his lips. Rabbits looked like that. Fuck, he’d bag a fat rabbit, and even Rhinestonestar would eat a piece.

Quasar exploded out of the undergrowth, leaping forward with his green paws outstretched. He attempted to slam the ‘rabbit’ down with his front paws and wrap his jaws around the thing’s head. As a canine, Quasar didn’t have the proper teeth and jaw for a clean, killing bite. Instead, he usually crushed his prey’s skull.

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