He slinks through the grass, stalking his prey. He can smell its delicious flavor. He breathes it in, mouth watering in anticipation. It's unaware of his presence, but it's poised and ready to flee, just in case a predator is near. He knows he needs to attack soon before it senses hims, so he braces his powerful hind legs, ready to spring. A noise distracts him and his target bounds off. He pounces after it, cursing himself for waiting too long. His victim dashes all over, winding around rocks, trees and bushes, feet kicking dust into his face. He follows just a breath behind, spine acting like a spring and tail whirling.
For a second, he can't see his morsel, but he continues running using his sensitive ears and nose to search it out. He can smell its fear and it is so enticing. Finally he spots it, still bounding like a mad man. He smiles to himself as he sees his chance. His game makes a fatal mistake by stumbling and lagging slightly. He reaches out his paw and smacks the animal's rump. His claws make purchase and he climbs on the back on his food-to-be. It bucks, kicking him in the chest and knocking the wind out of him. He loses grip and falls to the ground.
He lays on his side helpless, trying desperately to get air back into his deprived lungs as he watches his missed meal hop away, still bucking. He starts breathing again and pulls himself up to a sitting position. He casually licks his paw and looks around for more food. Maybe he can find some leftovers.
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