His body lowered to the ground as he stalked his prey, keeping his body down and his movements muffled. It was a creature he didn't know, looked sort of feline like him, but smaller and not as strong from the looks of it. He didn't seem to mind that it was another feline, food was food and he was on his own. He'd get what he could.

He kept himself silent as he got as close as he could before suddenly lunging forward, claws outstretched and back legs pushing hard off of the loamy ground under him. A snarl escaped him as he pounced on the creature, intent on killing it quickly and making it into a nice and warm meal for the day.

(Oorp: No time to find table, here’s a poor post, feast upon it)

Andy trotted forwards. Ever forwards, no destination in mind, ever walking forwards. His paws moved slowly, sluggishly, just leading him forwards. He was tired, for no reason at all, and wanted to go home. Home was forwards.

He probably would have gotten home, if not for the creature that had snarled behind him, as claws that were all too long dug into his small frame. It didn’t hurt for too long. If anything, there was shock, and then he went still. Went still, and then went limp.

Claws right into his side, Andy’s stone wasn’t out of harm either. He faded, he faded fast, and he was gone. No struggle, no screaming, not even a final shuddering breath.

His hunt was quick and effective, and he was content. He had his meal, bit enough to keep him full for some time, and he could easily carry it back to his den without much issues.

And so, picking up the corpse, he began to carry it back, careful not to drag it across the ground. It was his meal, but he still knew it once was a creature nonetheless, and deserved some sort of respect.

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