[OPEN] Crescent's Clumsy Adventures

[Native Willow]

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.

[Native Willow]

After a while, Crescent's stomach growls at him and gets up with a sigh. Even if he missed the rabbit, he still needs to eat today. He picks a random direction and heads off as quietly as he can to search for more prey.
A scent drifts towards him, and he stops to investigate it. A mouse! He takes a little extra time trying to figure out where it's coming from, but his nose can't quite pinpoint the direction. Swiveling his ears back and forth, the young tom listens carefully for noise.
Hearing slight scratching not too far away, he falls into a somewhat graceful crouch, and begins stalking the mouse. Just a few footfalls away from it, he pushes of his hindquarters and just manages to catch the mouse's tail in his paws. Acting quickly, he ends the mouse's life and sits down to eat. To be respectful of the mouse's ghost he buries its bones with a thank you.

[Native Willow]

After thanking the mouse for its sacrifice, he heads off. After walking for a bit, he finds a clearing and settles down to sun bathe. The sun is warm against his fur, and leaves his scars feeling a bit tingly. His thoughts wander to nothingness as he revels in the sun's rays.
As the white tom enjoys the sun, a few loose leaves fall around him. The undergrowth is calm, and the breeze soothing. Soon it will be dark, as the sky is turning a rose pink.