[Spikes]

Butch was tired of borders, the young tom staring through the picket fence surrounding his house and towards the world surrounding. There was so much more to see, and he'd experienced it first-hand. Beyond his house, there were some of the strangest scents he'd encountered... As well as a whole forest full of creatures to hunt. He'd only ever caught one mouse, and within his house, no less. He felt the urge to hunt with the wind in his fur, maybe even something bigger. The tom squeezed under a hole in the fence from the side of his house, tail flicking with pride as he made his "escape" into the outside world.

With a sigh, the tom took in the scents around him. They were warm and surprisingly welcoming for such a notorious place. Perhaps the scents became harsh when deep in the forest itself? Though something did smell different than usual. Butch tried to focus on the strange scent, looking towards the direction in which he'd noticed it. And surely enough, there was... Was that a cat? There was only him and his neighbour, so who was this strange fellow? Butch had his own answer. Target practice.

He crouched down low to the ground, a smirk spreading across his muzzle as he advanced towards the shape who patiently sat by the dirt path. His collar had no bell, instead studded by spikes which didn't jingle noisily as he stalked his prey, luckily enough. His fur didn't blend in very well with the dirt despite its rusty colour, though he thought nothing of it. Once Butch thought he was as close as he could get, he launched at the other cat with sheathed claws. He'd never clawed another cat, after all. He wasn't planning on drawing any blood.

( @Okapi )