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Finally, something good. He needed a victory. It had been a trying week for the small male; with his not-father gone, he felt like he had more and more to prove. A successful hunt, even one this small, could put his anxious mind at ease long enough to let him see he wasn't a waste of food compared to his not-siblings.
Then, the wind shifted. The mouse tensed and, with the flick of a whisker, bolted.
"Fox-dung!" The young tom cursed, his claws tearing up the grass as he tore after the prey, following it to the large rocks at the center of the clearing. But Scrap was not a good hunter by any stretch of the truth. He watched the mouse retreat into a crack with dismay. "No, no, no! Come back!" He cried, leaping on top of the rocks and peering into the crack in hopes of spotting the runaway mouse.
He hadn't seen the snake, so well did the creature blend into the sun-warmed stones. It didn't even rattle until the tom had trod on it. All at once, the raspy-scaled thing hissed and flared. Scrap knew that he should move. He could practically hear his not-father's warnings rumbling in his mind. Run, run. But fear held him there upon the stones, unable to look away from it's long fangs, bright and glistening.