The Sands Of Time (Open) Don't Effect Me

Blackhole had disappeared, and was now stalking silently through the underbrush. The black tom's eye were focused on a squirrel that was creeping tentatively out from one of the maple's roots. It was searching for more food, and as it turned to check it's surroundings, Blackhole bunched his muscles and leaped. He was swift, and in seconds the squirrel was dead in his paws. If he had been slower on the leap, then his prey would have been alerted by both his shadow, and the rush of air created as he had pushed himself towards it.


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