1 Hunting

I blink open my eyes and start a yawn, I stretch and quickly climb down the tree I'm taking an afternoon nap on. My stomach protests telling me I'm hungry, I silently slink across the forest keeping my presence hidden. I keep my five senses open in search of my prey, the familiar scent of purple deer calls to me.

As I silently trek across the forest I hear the sound of faint crunches. I guess I wasn't the only one hungry, I think as I slowly move towards the sound. I spot purple deer grazing without a care in the world, their scent tantalizing to my hungry stomach. I carefully move towards the closest one, making sure to hide in the undergrowth.

Before the deer can even act I jump on its back and bite down hard, the iron taste of blood entering my mouth. I sink my claws into the deer's back, not wanting to fall off knowing what will come. The deer bucks and screeches, alerting the rest of the herd. The herd scrambles running at top speed, I smell the fear wafting off of them.

I sink my teeth deeper in the purple deer's neck, wanting to get this over with. After a few more seconds of waiting the deer weakly falls to the floor, not yet dead. I jump off its back as it weakly whimpers, terror radiating off its body. I sink my teeth in its now exposed throat more blood entering my mouth, and it's finally dead.

I sheath my claws and greedily eat as much as I can, not wanting those orange vultures to try to steal my prey again. Once I finish with my portion I hear an ear-shattering screech and the faint sound of flapping wings. Honestly how do these orange vultures keep finding me? I turn my head up and a giant orange bird is dive-bombing my way.

I quickly move to the side and unsheath my claws, waiting for the right moment. I leap up and slash, my claws tasting flesh. The vulture falls to the ground twitching, the right-wing has blood dripping from it. The easiest way to get rid of the vultures is to stop their flight movement, then as they are momentarily confused deliver the finishing blow. I run towards the twitching vulture and bite on its throat, more blood entering my mouth.

I leave the half-eaten corpse of the purple deer and the orange vulture behind as I rush out of there. Blood attracts the beasts that are bloodthirsty, so I always have to bolt when I'm done eating. What should I do now?

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