When Rusty turned back he saw it dart into the darkness among the tangled roots of a tree.Īngry, Rusty gave up the hunt. Rusty looked around, and as he did so the mouse was able to pull away from his claws. The mouse managed to scramble a few paces before Rusty caught up with it. He tossed the mouse once more, this time a little farther away. It tried to run, but Rusty snatched it up again. He scooped it into the air, hooking the helpless creature with his thorn-sharp claws, flinging it up in a high arc onto the leaf-covered ground. The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. With one final check on his prey's position, Rusty pushed back hard on his haunches and sprang, kicking up leaves on the forest floor as he rose. Slowly he lowered his body into position, crouching for the attack. He swallowed, stifling his rumbling stomach. Rusty knew it was a mouse he could feel the rapid pulsing of a tiny hearty deep within his ear fur. It was hiding in the leaves less than two tail-lengths away. Musty odors of leaf mold mingled with the tempting aroma of a small furry creature.

He opened his jaws slightly to let the warm smells of the forest reach the scent glads on the roof of his mouth. His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. This place was unfamiliar, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. The young tomcat's eyes opened wide as he scanned the dense undergrowth. It was very dark. Rusty could sense something was near.

Warriors 1 into the wild