Food and a Trap

I was racing throw the trees soundlessly. I left a trail of red behind me, is that why my feet hurt? I thought in agony, I would have to bind my feet again. I do not think I have gone this far with out stopping before .My fall furs were ripped and stained. I must find food quick or I will not have the energy to look for it.

I stop to listen. I hear a caw from above me. That could mean only one thing to me at this point, food!  I slowly climbed to the top and saw to my delight a colorful bird and something that made me smile was when the bird stood up, underneath it were four eggs. I counted one, two, and three! I lunged toward the nest.

CRACKKK! The sudden sound of braking wood made me act on instinct, but I was not going to loose my newfound food. I grabbed the bird and nest, and with a thud, I hit the ground covering my self-waiting for the branch to fall. It did not; I looked up. It was in perfect condition. In fact, I remember hearing it from behind me, I stood up. The bird was in my hand, its neck cracked {Calla was going to kill me. she told me I was too young to be a killer. I was only to catch and eat until my thirteenth hot months, or summer}. Also, what was worse one of the eggs had cracked.

I turned around and looked around the tree. There was metal weaved into an odd design. I word bobbed into my head, fence. This happened a lot, I would remember things from before Sanura saved me. However, this word came often because I came here once a week or seven sun settings to see the little two-legger learn a few tricks, I learned with him, copping every move he made or his teacher made; it helps with my hunting. I looked over the fence. The strange creacher stood there in pure Wight fur. With a taller one in black (teacher, like Calla to me) in front of him, they stood on two legs and had long arms. And what was even stranger most of there hair was on there head with almost none on the rest of there body. The teacher had some on his (I think it is a he) arms, but not much. Today they were going over the basics. A few of what they call back flips ,cartwheels, front flips ,and the only thing the teacher was pleased with when they were finished, dodging. I was good at all these. The dodging came in handy when that cottonmouth snake came at me for getting its eggs for breakfast {they were the last thing I had eaten, five days ago}.

 The wind blew; there was a smell that made my whole body tingles with delight. An assortment of food had bee placed out for after the little two-legger finish training {training for what I do not know} I leaned forward to be able to smell it better. SNAP. The twig underneath me snapped; the little two-legger looked up with searching eyes. When did he get such good hearing? He ran towered me. When did he get so fast? My heart started to race as he came closer I tried to turn a round but I hair was tangled in a branch. As I got free, he was standing in front of me. His eyes were a dark brown, his face was long and handsome, with dark brown hair that had a golden tin, was hanging loosely in his face. However, as soon as he saw me I was gone.

I could not believe it was that close. When did he get that good? Last time I was there, he could not even hear his sister running up to hug him {he was scolded for not having better reflexes}.

I jumped into the tree as the bushes I ran past moved.

“Sssso the great and adoring mistressss of the island issss having a hard time finding food?” Hissed an all too familiar voice, “Your sssstill hungry even after devouring my precccccioussss eggssss, ow what a horrible ssssshame.” It was Sanda the oldest cottonmouth on the island.

“They were not precious,” I hissed back. “They were horrid things put to good use” And just to spite her “And they were the worsted tasting things I have had in a while” that sent her off the edge. She lunged at me with his mouth open wide, big mistake. I dodged easily then grabbed her behind the eyes so she could not turn and lunge again. As I was grabbing for her tail she wiped it and tripped me. When I fell my head hit a rock, the sudden jolt loosened my hand enough for Sanda to break free. Sanda roes up to strike but a sudden flash of color blocked the deadly fangs. With a roar of pain, my teacher, Calla, fell to the ground.

Sanda hissed in anger. However, hearing a growl from Calla and me, she slithered away. I bent over Calla, looking for the bite. I found it, on her right thigh. It was not bleeding that much so I hoped it was not too deep. As I bent over her sucking out the poison, she moved so her paw was on my leg and said “Sanura why do try so hard to save my life”.

“Because you saved mine, you raised me and you’re the peace maker on the island, no one could go on with out you,” I whispered, we have had this talk before, but there was something in her eyes this time. “Including me”, I finished.

‘Well my child, I have decided it is time, for you to go home.” she calmly said, this was new.

I answered back, but even though I tried, my voice still shook“I am home, as long as you are there.” she was giving me the speech I had feared for a long time.

“you know, as well do I the story of how you got to this island, even before the other humans...”

I stopped her there “you make it sound as though I am a human.”

“My sweet Sanura …’

“WAIT, let me take you back to the shelter, and heal your wound, then we can talk. don’t worry Sanda was not going for a deadly attack, she knows what you would do to her if I got hurt my her, or one of her children” with a deep breath a picked her up, with only a little protest on her side, and slowly we made it back to cavern that we slept in.

After sending all of the cubs away, there concerning eyes looking around the corner, I began to heal her. using the special herbs I had found to be the most affective against snake bite, cottonmouths in particular, it went smoothly. with Calla resting I when out to the fire. it was the night of the full moon so the meeting of the jungle began, with me leading in place of Calla.