Redtail Rise raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

New Snow prowled quietly through the Rise, on the trail of one daughter. She darted through the place of the berries with careful footfalls, tail lashing behind her as she went. And before long, she was positioned (hidden) behind some shrub or another while her daughters snout was buried in the earth! 

She wanted to be sure Saturday was sufficiently distracted before “striking”. So she lingered there, golden eyes warm.