05-07-2018, 10:21 AM
His maw was stained with blood. Next to him in the snow, was a dead frog. Harrison had been practicing how to hunt, and when he had spotted a frog in the snow (something he thought odd. Weren't they cold-blooded? What was one doing here?) Harrison had stalked over and pounced, effectively capturing it. The kitten then proceeded to bite the frog everywhere until it stopped moving. Now he could say for sure he was a successful hunter. Though he shouldn't have wandered far from the camp, because now he was lost and mewling for help.
❄ i couldn't even keep you