Orchidmoon lay crouched in a bush, eyes narrowed as she watched a rat, slowly but surely it creeping closer to her hiding spot. She had to give credit to twolegs - she didn’t think their weak brains capable of making such an irritating device as a bell. The collar she had been adorned with moons ago still hung smugly around her neck, though the frayed fabrics and clawmarks were proof of Orchidmoon’s resistance.

She was finally able to break free of that stars-forsaken place that they called the twolegplace, and her paws were itching to return home; despite her urgency, she thankfully had not losses her common sense the way kittypets seemed to, and knew the only respectable way to return was with prey. So here she was, having been crouched in a bush for hours, waiting for prey to wander by. Her bell was a dead giveaway, so she had taken this new, albeit much less efficient, hunting strategy of letting the prey come to her.

Two more steps.. she silently urged the rodent. It complied, but was still just a touch to far. One more step and…. SNAP. Orchidmoon sprang from the bush, landing neatly on the squealing rodent and killing it swiftly. Not a bad catch for Leafbare. The molly picked up the rat and began the trek home, that horrible bell announcing her arrival to all the forest.

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