Your ears flick about, trying to locate any noise, any sensation to place.. You notice nothing. You know its there, but you can't detect any sign. You feel the presence, but note nothing about it. You stalk through the grass, alert and watchful. You can see a bird in the tree far off, you can smell the particular trees around you, you can feel the damp breeze wash over you.

You feel the earth stretch and settle, with a low rumble deep down, you feel the air shimmer around you from the contraction, as the sky darkens. Slightly frantic, you dart for a nearby bush, and skitter underneath. hovering on the ground, you anxiously look around you, waiting for the feel to wear off..

The sky darkens even more, and a new rumble starts from the sky, the air around you tenses up, almost as if the sky were getting ready to pounce. You feel the presence more, as something is stalking you. Suddenly, the sky explodes in sharp light and you smell a burning, a tree is burning, and a shattering blow of vibration and sound rips across you.

You start, and leap from the bush, and run, you bounce off the boulders, and slash through the tall grass, veering wide around the trees. Your muscles bunched taut, your paws pushing off the ground before settling down onto it. Almost pure silence in your running, the rumble overhead continues, but seems to grow more distant.

You crash out of the grass, and spy a sharp movement on the ground. Suddenly, you veer and dart at the small, grey shape, your claws extend as you wipe against the ovement. Your head dives in, teeth slicing into the flesh. You hold tightly, shaking occasionally, letting the struggles slow and cease, batting it for movement. The kill fresh in your blood, you stand and look around, alert for competition. There is nothing about but the dark presence over you, moving closer. Relaxing someone, holding your prize, you continue your journey, running from the darkness, runing from a tingling sense in your skin.

After a fair run, you arrive at your destination. You push through the resistant material blocking entry, and enter your domain. Dripping just lightly, you're feeling unpleased with your condition, but you contain the prize, You have performed, and felt the rush of the blood. you pad throuh the corridors, and jump on a tangle of softness. A familiar scent, sweet and relaxing, floats acrosss your nose, purring lightly, you drip your way to the small mound at one end, and place your trophy onto its throne. Content that your glory will be known by all, you jump down and wander off to find a place to clean.

A source of warmth makes the perfect spot, and you sit and begin to clean the damp and dust off yourself. Meticulously, time-consumingly, you clean and dry. Purring again, you wander through the place, until you find your goal. Curling up against your protector, your elder, your mother, your kitten day has been exciting and fulfilling. Your gift to your benefactor, left politely on her now damp pillow, with you now dried, purring, you fall asleep against mommy cat. =)