Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-18042103-20150410031951

Jet slowly moved forward, the tip of his tail twitching slightly. His eyes were set on a thrush sitting in on a tree root. He pounced and the thrush shrieked and tried to fly off, but he snagged it with his claw and quickly snapped it's neck. "Got anything yet, Mouse?" he called, looking back over his shoulder.

(they've only been here like a few minutes so she shouldn't have more then 1 or 2 catches~)