
SASSAFRAS, 25 moons / barncat mouser
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn but gentle and kind
Tagging @Moth
The grasses here were cut shorter than the wheat fields he was used to. The tides of fescue and needlegrass ruled these lands, and truthfully Sassafras felt like a sore tail out here without the cover of haybales and cornstalks. The mice around the barn had been gradually declining, though, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the snow would scare them further underground.
Some days the upwalkers were kind enough to leave some kittypet food out when the air turned frosty enough that his pawpads stuck to the ground, but those days weren't here yet. He would make it back home with a good meal between his jaws, he could feel it!
The tough scar tissue wrapped around his shoulder and leg made his crouch a bit awkward, but if he kept himself moving it did good to ease the stiffness stuck in his muscles. Motivated by the scent of prey (and cat, but where weren't there cats around these days?) he crawled across the brittle grass, pausing to flatten himself periodically as he got closer and closer. Sassafras could see it now, a vole, trying to dig underneath a rock to safety. No use with him ready to pounce!
Sassafras bunched up his hind legs and pushed off, unsheathing his claws as his paws found success in holding his prey down and quickly killing it. "Heh, no escaping there." Maybe hunting in these parts would do him some good, if the prey was out and about this much!
Some days the upwalkers were kind enough to leave some kittypet food out when the air turned frosty enough that his pawpads stuck to the ground, but those days weren't here yet. He would make it back home with a good meal between his jaws, he could feel it!
The tough scar tissue wrapped around his shoulder and leg made his crouch a bit awkward, but if he kept himself moving it did good to ease the stiffness stuck in his muscles. Motivated by the scent of prey (and cat, but where weren't there cats around these days?) he crawled across the brittle grass, pausing to flatten himself periodically as he got closer and closer. Sassafras could see it now, a vole, trying to dig underneath a rock to safety. No use with him ready to pounce!
Sassafras bunched up his hind legs and pushed off, unsheathing his claws as his paws found success in holding his prey down and quickly killing it. "Heh, no escaping there." Maybe hunting in these parts would do him some good, if the prey was out and about this much!