Creative Writing: The Hero's Prey

Silverstreak crept low to the forest floor, her tail lifted slightly above so it didn't drag on the ground and make a scrapping sound that would scare away her prey. She positioned her paws carefully as she slowly stalked towards a unsuspecting mouse chewing on a red berry.

It was so close...she could see the twitch of the tiny rodent's whiskers and it's jaw muscles clenching and unclenching, working quickly to gnaw on the bright crimson berry. Silverstreak glared at it intently as she readied herself to spring.

Silverstreak leaped up to pounce on her prey. In that heartbeat she could see the terror in it's little beady black eyes as it tried to scramble to safety.

Triumph soared through her momentarily as she knew that the tiny rodent was never going to scramble to safety in time. But...

She had to leap sideways to avoid knocking into the cat that stood before her. He killed the mouse that she was stalking with a soft bite to it's throat, a crimson drop of blood gushing out.

She was the one who was supposed to catch it! She was the one that was supposed to slit it's tiny throat with her fangs, to relish the taste of the rodent's blood on her tongue.

The gray and white cat looked up curiously at Silverstreak, an amused purr rumbling out of his throat. Everyone knew him as he was one of the most respected warriors of ThunderClan.

Silverstreak sighed. She knew the truth that hid deep inside him, coiled up so deeply that no one was capable of seeing past his mask of a personality that other cats decided was too nice, hiding his true character.

"Hello Stormleap," Silverstreak hissed, trying at no avail to let her irritation show, "is there a reason on why you stole my prey right before I was about to catch it? In front of my