blackberry currants

"Oh I'm sure you say that to all the girls." The feline's head thumped back to the ground. She was quite the pretty thing, though he felt no attraction to her because she was not of his kind. Her coat glistened in the low light and the dapples made a marvelous contrast. Unfortunately, thorns and prickers stabbed at her coat making irritated little welts all along her boddess. It was a shame really.

Sighing he looked down at the rabbit, and then back up at the leopard. She could surely need it more than he. Mentally he struggled with the process. He was a selfish brute, content to be by himself, but he felt the need to make friends with this cat. She could be a powerful ally after all. Dempsey ripped the rabbit in half with his jaw and set his half aside, admittedly the larger half. He picked up the hare then and strode to the cat purposefully and with caution. One never knew with this species. At about five feet away, he tossed the rabbit at her. It was still close enough for him to get his head ripped off if he had enough prowess, but he hoped she had a soft side.

He padded to the water side and lapped up a few sips, being sure to dip his muzzle in to clean it of the blood. "Only the pretty ones my dear, and you are quite lovely. It is a shame I am not a leopard myself." The smell of his portion of rabbit was wafting into his nostrils and he wanted the sweet taste on his lips, so he passed her again, this time a little closer, to go eat his dinner. When he got to his bank he plopped down on his belly with his rabbit half in front of him.