Post by Tigerlilly on Feb 15, 2006 19:57:37 GMT -5
Creeping along in the over-tall grass you would find a sleek femorra. She would notice you only after her kill, and not before. Never. Her auds were drawn back, and her cold star was fixed on a large, fat bird. Claws were seethed, so she didn't make any noise when she steped on a dry leaf from spring. Bodice was lowerd easily when she was yards from her target. Then, when the bird looked up, it was too late. The femorra had sprang, her powerful legs hoisting her up in a beautiful arch, and landing n her kill. She peirced the bird with her claws and held it until she was sure it was dead, then, it was lunch time.
