Hey Ya!

It seemed that the pups grew more each day. Asla, though a chunky newborn, was getting a bit slimmer as her legs grew longer. Stealth had become a way of life for the cream and grey child. Every step that she took was assessed for maximum sound control. She prided herself on her ability to move around unheard. Soft little kitten paws held claws retracted, and so there was never the sound if claws on stone.

The sun was obscured by cloud cover today though it didn't look as though it was going to rain. Aslatiel had the idea to try waking silently upon sand. Each step brought little crunching sounds as the grains ground together. She tried many different techniques, but in the end, she gave up. Creeping in the sand want as fun as hunting things. She had killed the chicken, a few mice and a quail, but she wanted to hunt bigger things. Her dad had promised to teach her, but he hasn't gotten around to it yet.

With a huff, Aslatiel chucked herself onto the sand. Head on her paws, she watched a little crab go scuttling by. The girl was tempted to catch it, but seafood always smelled funny. Instead, she simply swiped at it, sending the orange crab sailing through the air and into a warm puddle. There had to be something to do.