[Arie]

{ @~Northern_Lights~ }

At her words, '"Let's begin,"', the tom was up and standing, his eyes scanning the sea of grass, and then he took off. He loved running, and the wind flowing through his fur, as well his companion's made it feel even more free. They were carefree tonight, their hunts were always started by a long and fast run to stretch their longer legs. They were both tall and lithe cats and it looked like the wind was blowing them across the moor. As the smell of hare reached the two, Kestreldust braced himself but didn't slow down fast enough and ended up rolling over himself multiple time. Luckily it didn't scare of their prey but the tom couldn't keep in his carefree laughter.