She crouched deep in the grass and weeds, awaiting her prey. Occasionally she would raise a paw to her mouth, to taste the earth, to taste the night. The hen-house in her sight. Every now and again one of the hens would move about. She would remain still during those times. Watching silently. And she waited. And waited. She caught a scent. Her ears perked up. She glanced about the field. This was prey. Prey is prey. But it wasn't
Barncat
Barncat
Barncat
She crouched deep in the grass and weeds, awaiting her prey. Occasionally she would raise a paw to her mouth, to taste the earth, to taste the night. The hen-house in her sight. Every now and again one of the hens would move about. She would remain still during those times. Watching silently. And she waited. And waited. She caught a scent. Her ears perked up. She glanced about the field. This was prey. Prey is prey. But it wasn't