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"Hi," said the red tom, eyes sparkling with fun. He'd noticed another while out exploring, and Oak had been lonely for so long now. Seeing another cat got him excited. Friend or for, it didn't matter really. So Oak ran up to the other, fluffy tail swaying behind him, and paused a few tail lengths away.
He wasn't expecting anyone else to be out, but he can't say he was surprised by it. The stranger didn't sound hostile so maybe they were just passing by. Regardless, he had things he needed to do before he went back to his den for the day. How troublesome, he thought before turning to face the newcomer. I guess I'll play nice.
A response! How awesome. Oak bounded the last few paces forward, trying to touch noses with the stranger in friendly greeting. "My name's Oak. What's yours?"
You're oddly friendly, aren't you he thought as he eyed Oak.
"Link," he said plainly, avoiding touching noses with the tom. He wasn't keen on the idea of physical contact with strangers. "What brings you out here?" he asked.
"I go where the prey goes," Oak replied, brushing off Link's avoidance and keeping his smile. "Been starving lately! Know any good spots in the area? We could team up like those clan cats do."
"Ah, I see. Well I can tell you where to get prey, but im not the one for 'teaming up'. Besides I'm kind of busy at the moment...." He glanced around them. "If you follow this trail, it should lead you to cluster of fallen trees; there is plenty of rabbits in that area."
Oak twitched one red ear in acknowledgement, but he opened his mouth with another idea. "If you don't want to team up, we could always have a little competition? Winner gets to pick whatever piece of prey they want out of the other's pile."
"A competition you say?" Now that piqued his interest. As competitive as he was, how could he say no to a challenge. But when he thought about it, what exactly would he gain from doing this? Just a piece of prey he would have gotten to eventually? Would it be worth it? "Hmm...I may take you up on that challenge."
He couldn't stop the excitement and dashed in a full circle around Link. "Yes! This will be so fun! Let's go!" Oak took off at a run down the path Link had indicated, calling over his shoulder, "Hurry up! We can start a countdown when we get there."
The tom rolled his eyes but he couldn't hide the excited grin on his face. He didn't like being told what to do, especially by strangers but he quickened his pace after Oak. As he followed, he mentally noted spots off the path that were specific hotbeds for prey, one thing he didn't mention to Oak. A nasty smirk spread across his face. This'll be too easy.
Oak skidded to a stop down the path, excited that Link had followed him. "I'm gonna start the countdown now, okay?" He didn't pause for an answer.
The red tom counted down from three once he thought Link might be ready, and when he got to one, he yelled out, "GO!" The yell must've scared all the prey in the vicinity, but at least neither of them could make an easy catch right off the bat. Then, he broke into a run further down the path, hoping to break off from Link so they could hunt in different areas. The cold air made him shiver, but running was keeping him warmer than sitting still would. After a moment of running, he slowed so he could begin scenting the air. There was something out here, but he couldn't put his paw on what exactly the prey was. Oak wondered if he'd squandered precious time with the run and if Link would already be ahead of him.
No, he couldn't throw himself off his game thinking about it. Oak dropped into a crouch, trying to feel where the air was coming from. He wanted to be downwind of this scent trail he'd picked up on.
As soon as heard the word for them to start, Link was already sprinting off the path opposite of where Oak was going and headed towards one of the tree trunks he was certain there would be at least something worth catching. He licked his chops in anticipation of slaughtering his first victim. After running for a bit, scenting the air along the way, he slowed his pace as the smell of prey got stronger. Dropping into a crouch, he stalked toward one of the many rabbit holes in the area near the base of a tree.
This should be quick.
The hole had a well-beaten path leading to it so he could confirm something lived there still. Eager to get first blood, he almost forgot that it was leafbare and there were dry fallen leaves that could give his presence away. Stepping carefully about the leaves, he slunk into the dark hole. After a bit of a scuffle, Link emerged from the hole, rabbit in tow and his maw covered in crimson. Dragging the corpse more into the light, he could see it was sizeable. But it wasn't good enough. He was sure there was a greater prize out there. Rather than carrying back to the starting point, he buried it, marked it and moved onto the next site.
Oak was pleased that the wind was acting favorably. He followed the trail and made his kill, licking his lips. He really wanted to eat this now, but then he'd have less prey for later! The tom turned to find another trail, but there didn't seem to be anything out this way.
Had Link lied to him? He'd said this was a good place to find prey, but the rogue was struggling to identify any trails that weren't stale. His expression dropped at the idea that he'd been lied to. Maybe it was good that he'd done this competition. Now he could confront Link with his measly piece of prey and have a conversation about honesty.
Oak turned back the way he had come, grumpy as a hungry kit. He padded slowly with prey in mouth, waiting to catch sight or scent of Link.
After a thorough search, Link couldn't find any other prey, which he found odd. Did something scare them away or was it just that there wasn't anything in the area? Shrugging it off, he went back to where he buried his first catch and started dragging it back to the starting point.
With a smug grin, he thought about what his opponent might have managed to scrounge up. Although he did say there would be plenty of prey in the direction he gave him, he didn't exactly say they would be large. But if Oak did show up with a corpse that rivaled his, he would be pleasantly surprised. For all he knew, he had this competition in the bag.
