[echofur]

Echofur was nearing tall pines. She stopped, only for a moment to take in the forest scents. She could caught the scent of a mouse, a few tail lengths away from the silver she-cat. Echo fur fell low to the ground in a hunters crouch, tracking the mouse as if scuffled through the undergrowth. Anticipation crept through Echofur's every muscle as she tracked the smaller creature expertly. Finally, with one swift motion she leaded, trapping the mouse between her paws and finishing it with one bite. Satisfide with her catch she held it in her jaw, retreating towards camp