The Stealth Of A Hunter
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A cat was crouched low to the dirt, its figure obscured by the long stalks of grasses that hid it. In front of him, there lay a feather-tailed glider, who sat on their small haunches, sniffing the air. After concluding there were no predators around, it dropped and scurried over to one of the stalks, coming very close to the cat. At this, the cat’s fur-tipped ears tilted back, ever so slightly, hoping the glider did not hear, and lifted his back legs. The prey was within striking distance- the timing must be right.
He waited…
Then pounced!
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Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
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