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Post by Alenea Hanali on Jul 28, 2020 16:58:57 GMT
26 Flamerule, 1497
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The hunter lies low. Ears flat and tail swishing back and forth as her eyes follow the prey snuffling around the rug. It tries to keep silent but the excitement thrusts out a light chittering as it waits. The mouse's eyes flick sideways a moment before it begins to move. The chase begins. The cat flows under an arched elven knee and over a bag before diving into the darkness under the bed after its opponent. Under the bed an array of boxes and rolls of paper block her advance as the mouse weaves down the tiny alleyways.
Slowing to a crawl she creeps forwards, her pupils narrowing as they adjust to the dim light. She peeks around a corner and finds the mouse perfectly still staring back at her. She hisses at it and it springs back into action, launching itself through her legs, dodging the swipe of her claws. She spins on the spot and accelerates after it, shooting out into the open air and launching upwards as the mouse sprouts wings and flies into the air.
The black ball of fur fires upwards and swipes at the impossible creature, paw connecting and the mouse vanishes in a puff of purple smoke, replaced with a chunk of chicken thrown at the last second by Alenea.
"Good job!" Alenea exclaims as she claps, going to pat the kitten's head before yanking her hand back as it growls at her. "Sorry sorry, I won't take your chicken."
She waves her hand at the desk and the mouse reappears, silent and still, ready for another round.
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