Chapter 2-
Hawk yawned and stretched, his belly rumbling. He looked up into the sky, full of dawn light and clouds. The crisp leaf-bare air was cold, sending out puffs of fog as Hawk breathed. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the warm, red sun. Hawk sighed. He started grooming himself. His ribs were showing- it was leaf-bare. His fur was rough from travels through snow, battles and tough hunting, being scraped through brambles. Hawk longed for new-leaf to come. Scenting the air, Hawk picked up the scent of mouse. But it was stale, the mouse was long gone. Hawk padded through the frosty grass, into the bare woods. He scented the air again. This time, he scented a blackbird. Hawk eagerly pelted into the trees his paws skimming the ground and barely making sound. Hawk relished the cold wind on his face, the fresh breeze. He skidded to a stop as he neared the blackbird. It was pulling at a worm. Perfect. Hawk crouched, setting on light paw in front of the other. Hawk pounced, his claws gripping the bird. He swiftly nipped its throat. The blackbird was scrawny, but it was better than the shrew and 2 minnows he'd had last night. Hawk gulped it down eagerly, hungry. He was still hungry after that, but at least it had taken the edge off his hunger.
Hawk went to a swift-flowing river, plunging his muzzle in the water to take a drink. His fur felt dry and rough. He decided to go for a swim. Hawk plunged in, the cold water making him gasp. The water felty good on his fur, drenching it all. He plunged his head under, blinking open his eyes. A small carp! What was it doing here? Hawk reached out, snagging his claws in the fish. His lungs screamed for air. As he got a hold of it, Hawk exploded up, gasping for air. Finally! A decent meal! Hawk gulped it down, his belly full for once. He purred as he groomed his wet brown tabby fur. Hawk trotted back to his bush with moss underneath. He curled up, full and content.
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