Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

@Damien takes place on the outer edge of BFW

Twitch was hungry. Twitch was almost always hungry though, so that was not exactly news. Fortunately for his growling stomach, fate had yielded the discovery of a mouse's nest within a half-rotted log. The mother mouse was not aware of the predator lurking in the tree branches who had watched her exit the inconspicuous den through a small cavity. She did not know she had just put her offspring in harm's way. The the weasel rubbed his little paws together, a fiendish grin on his face. He was about to raid the cookie jar and there was no one around to interfere.

He slithered down the tree and leaped into the snow, bounding over to the log and tucking his body against it. He may be on the hunt but he knew he was not the apex predator and could also be hunted. Wall seeking was for his own protection. Sneaking up to the nest, he peered in. Amid the collection of grasses and furs he could see the squirming bodies of barely-furred mice, but his body was too small to fit through the cavity. Using his paws and his teeth Twitch started to gnaw and tear at the hole, gradually widening it until he was able to stick his head in.

A shrill scream pierced the air as his dagger-like teeth sunk into the rear leg of one of the mice. Pulling it from it's nest, Twitch quickly silenced it by biting the back of its head, crushing its spinal cord and part of its skull. He held the mouse in his paws as he began to devour it, eyes darting around for any sign of competition. These were his 'cookies'.