~ The Space Between ~ A bird pecks at a beetle who is walking around on the cold, dew covered grass. It does not know that it's being hunted. It does not know that it is being watched, it's every move tracked until it is to late. A cat springs out from a bush nearby. Her a big bushy tail held high out from behind her. She flexes her strong muscles as her pins the bird to the ground easily. She quickly bites it's neck in one swift movement and immediately stops flapping its wings. "And that's how it's done!" she exclaims. "How do you do it so fast, Swifttail?" asks a small, cream colored cat. "It just takes practice, you'll get it soon enough." says Swifttail. She ushers her daughter back toward the camp as she drags her prey in her strong jaws. "I can't wait till you become an apprentice!" "I can't wait to tell the elders about the prey you just-" but the little kitten is cut of by a sharp pain on her forehead. She drops to the ground, writhing in pain. Swifttail rushes toward her, dropping the bird to the ground. But before she can reach her daughter she is knocked to the ground. The scent of any enemy cats shoots up up her nose and she flares her nostrils in disgust. She is about to crouch down and check on her kit but suddenly there is the sound of paws behind her and then a pair of jaws closes around her throat. And suddenly, she is dead. And in all this time, the little cream kit had to watch.
