Missingeye padded along, her tail held high as she shouldered her way through the grass. The hunting patrol was around her, each moving as silently as she did as they searched for any signs of prey upon the Moors.

The scent of a rabbit reached her nose, making the pupil of her one eye flicker slightly before it dilated. Her tail lashed slightly, as she crouched down, beginning to stalk forward. She could hear the gentle swaying of the grass in the wake of bodies moving through the sea of green stalks.

In an opening up ahead, she spied the small, hunched body nibbling on berries that had fallen from a blueberry bush that sprouted by itself on the moors. Missingeye pulled her legs beneath herself, her eye focused on the rabbit.

It hadn’t detected her yet.

Within a heart’s beat, she sprung forward, closing the distance between them as fast as her legs would carry her, her calico fur rippling in the wind of her movements. She launched herself, flinging herself forward toward the rabbit.

Her paws, with claws outstretched wrapped around it, catching it as the rest of her caught up. The two struggled for a small moment before a well placed bite dispatched the rabbit. She stood up, fur slightly in a misaray, her eye wide with excitement. The rabbit hung limply from her jaws. She sent a silent prayer up to the stars, thankful for the rabbit’s life that it had given to support her clan.

The sound of approaching foot falls caught her attention, drawing her single-eyed gaze towards the sound. She lifted her tail slightly in a preemptive greeting.