The White Tiger

He looked up at the full moon and stars that the clouds kept hiding. The trees and bushes concealed his white fur. His prey tonight was a rabbit, it was all that was available to him as he traveled through this unknown area. The rabbit, this poor, sentient being, had sensed him the moment the moon had hidden behind the clouds. She froze, and as she froze, so did the tiger. One frozen moment later, adrenaline pumping through both of the animals veins, the rabbit burst into movement, moving desperately towards any kind of safety. The tiger followed, using its hard-trained muscles to close the distance between him and his prey. The tiger snapped at the darting animal, beginning to feel frustrated that she kept evading his sharp claws. The rabbit, trying to dodge away from the claws, wasn't fast enough to avoid them and the tiger pounced onto his prey. The rabbit struggled as the tiger inhaled the scent of the rabbit's blood from the wound he had given her. The white tiger growled and killed the defenseless rabbit without so much as moving his paws. He had used his sharp claws to rip through her little heart. As he enjoyed the small meal, thunder rolled in the distance and rain started to trickle from the night sky. The white tiger left the remains of the rabbit behind him, moving on to search elsewhere.