Ol' Carkuns Street Life

CARKUN.

                                           (Hi.)

Carkun would meow, trying to attract something or make something scatter in the leafs so he could give chase.
But nothing.
Normally he'd be able to find a squirrel or a rat.. Occasionally a mouse.
But there was nothing.
He decided to move deeper into the forest, staying downwind, low to the ground so no animal would detect him. He blended in with the autumn leafs. Good.
He kept on crawling, hoping he'd find something tasty for a meal. And then he saw it, a squirrel, skittering beyond him. He readied himself, his hind legs moving side to side to get ready to pounce, and so he did. He lifted his forepaws in the air as his hind legs pushed him up into the air and he was successful. He grabbed the squirrel with his forepaws and clamped his jaw down on it's neck.
The squirrel slowly went limp...
The catch was successful.
He pushed himself up, the squirrel dangling by its scruff inbetween Carkuns jaws.

Timeskip

Carkun returned back to the abandoned fox burrow, slithering inside it and nudging a kitten to wake.
"Kit.."
The kitten mewed, opening it's eyes.
"Carkun! Your back! Your back!"
The kit buried it's nose in his fur.
"I'm back.."
Carkun mumbled.

(UNFINISHED, CONTINUING SOON)