(No worries. Sorry for my lack of posting as well. Trying to give pluralofspoot some time to post.)<br/><br/>The small fox's instincts hit him like a truck. He immediately started kicking and thrashing under the firm grasp of the hungry bobcat, releasing a series of frightened noises that echoed beyond Rosin's dark, ominous throat until he got a response of forboding gurgles and growls from below.<br/><br/>This was it, he thought. He had lived a relatively short life up to now, all those years of hardships and growing up... All for nothing because of a forestial bobcat's hunger. Colfet didn't want to accept that, and thus continued to struggle against the great odds, despite the sheer hopelessness of his situation.