Sucre had found hope in the form of a sweet natured donkey and his chicken friend. Oscar and Nugget had very quickly and very easily become her new favorite things in the world. The tiny orange cat found delight at their bond, their banter, and she was slipping back into her bright personality. The cloudy and rainy days hadn’t been very fun though, and as Sucre set out to explore one morning, she had eyed the clouds above with a wary eye. She had even decided to explore on her own within the forest again, confident that if she ran into trouble she could call for her new big brother and Oscar would come save her. Not that she didn’t miss her other siblings, or wonder what became of them, but their scents had faded by the time she had gone back to look for them.
Taking steps on the forest floor now, dwarfed by the massive trees that seemed to reach for the skies themselves, Sucre was on the lookout for something that would draw her attention. The sounds of other creatures moving through the undergrowth could be heard, and the molly would pause every so often, paw in air, as she listened to what was going on around her. But very quickly something new caught her attention. The smell was alluring, the smell of blood. Sucre felt her stomach rumble. She didn’t smell anything dangerous… maybe it couldn’t hurt to take a peek? Maybe she could find something some other predator left behind.
What she found instead was a rabbit, still alive, though barely. A trail of blood in the opposite direction led away from it, leading the trail in which it had taken. The thought that a predator had caused the injury and could be tracking the meal never occurred to Sucre. The year old molly pounced on the rabbit and delivered a bite to the rabbit’s neck. It kicked weakly for a few seconds, but its life quickly faded. Sucre let it go then, licking her lips free of some of the blood that had gotten on her face. She could worry about the rest of her face later! She was hungry.
