Crescent|13 moons|tom cat|loner

Waking up in his bed made of moss, a white tom cat lifts his head with a yawn. Slowly he gets up and stretches his lanky limbs. The sun is past dawn, and he grumbles under his breath about missing the bird song.
The white tom's stomach growls, and it startles him into walking into a bramble bush. A low yowl erupts as he jumps away from the bramble. He begins licking his fresh wounds. They stop bleeding quickly, so he sets off to find food.
Walking through the lean forest, he can't really pick up on anything. A few chitters from squirrels high up in the trees, a bird call here and there, but none of that catches the white tom's attention. Thumping footsteps come from his left. He licks his lips as he turns in the direction. Crouching as low as his legs allow, he stalks towards his prey. A rabbit comes into view, and he gets as close as he thinks he can.
He steps on a twig, startling the rabbit into a run. He races after it, stumbling on his laws a couple times. This rabbit is faster than he's used to, and reaches it's den just as he was close enough to pounce.
"Mouse dung," he yells as he frantically starts reaching into the hole where the rabbit disappeared. When his first attempts fail, he begins digging at the entrance.
Eventually he gives up, and lays next to it, staring at it with as much of a glare as he can muster.