The White Tiger

The white tiger looked up at the full moon and the stars that the clouds kept hiding. The trees concealed her white fur, so did the bushes she was stalking through. Her prey tonight was a rabbit, it was all that was available to her as she traveled through this unknown area. The rabbit, this poor, sentient being, had sensed her the moment the moon had hidden behind the clouds. It froze, and as ti 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 her and her prey. The tiger snapped at the darting animal, beginning to feel frustrated that it kept evading her sharp claws. The rabbit trying to dodge one way from the claws, wasn't fast enough to avoid them and the tiger pounced onto her prey. The rabbit struggled as the tiger inhaled the scent of the rabbit's blood from the wound he had taken. The white tiger growled and killed the defenseless rabbit without so much as moving her paws. She had used her sharp claws to rip through his little heart. As she 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 her, moving on to search elsewhere.