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[center]Felix's ears swiveled backwards towards the direction of the camp as the sound of irritated growls rung through the trees. [color=B22222][i]I wonder what's going on there? Probably not enough fresh kill making everyone's pelt on edge.[/i][/color] As they padded further away from the camp, he tried to block out all other sound to focus on the wilderness around him. [color=B22222][i]What I wouldn't give for a rabbit right now[/i][/color] he thought hungrily. He hadn't caught a rabbit for moons, and now that he though about it, he was unsure whether or not there even [i]were[/i] rabbits in this forest. He was surprised when the sound of running water met his ears, and his curiosity peaked. He knew the water must be either frozen over or so cold it could numb a cat's whole body, but there may be small prey around the banks. He hissed over his shoulder to Otis, [color=B22222][b]"I'm heading towards the water. You can come if you want, or go your own way."[/b][/color] A short distance before the banks of the river were large rocks he would have to cross very carefully. The spray from the river wetted the tops of the rocks and the cold could very well have turned the water to ice by now. [color=B22222][i]I'm so glad I didn't have to deal with this in my territory[/i][/color] he thought with annoyance. When he finally reached the final rock overlooking the banks of the river, he stopped in his pawsteps immediately. Crouched in the bracken were two voles, nibbling at small stems, completely unaware of the cat's presence. This was far more prey than he had expected to find. He waved his tail towards Otis in a beckoning fashion and pointed his muzzle towards the voles. Otis' face lit up with excitement and hunger and they understood each other's intentions. They crouched as close to the edge of the rock as they could, and as quietly as he could he whispered to Otis [color=B22222][b]"One, two, three!"[/b][/color] With incredible force, they both landed square on top of the voles and delivered the killing bite. As he tore a piece of flesh from his vole he looked at Otis and exclaimed [color=B22222][b]"Nice job! That was perfect!"[/b][/color][/center] After finishing the vole, he began thinking about what other kinds of prey may be around. He began to wish he knew how to scale trees to catch birds, but he didn't want to take that risk. He decided they would just head back to the camp and rest for the rest of the night. He could take Heather out hunting later in the day.