Post by brittany on Jan 3, 2009 14:18:54 GMT -5
Tilly was perched on a rock looking over the open plains. Her golden eyes scanning the grasses for her next meal. A baby zebra caught her golden orbs. With a graceful leap she was in the tall dead grass. She creeped up on the striped animal. It and its mother having no idea that she was in the tall grass. Her muscals tenseing beneth her spotted pelt. She quickened her pace as she came closer to her prey. The bolted and she set out on the lightning chase. The gap closed between them. Her claws clung to the foal's hunches tugging both of them to the ground.
