Survival of the Fittest (OPEN!)

[Pidgey]

Perched atop the rotting stump of what was once a mighty oak, Keenai surveyed the sprawling grasslands with hunger in his eyes. His ongoing search for food to eat and a place to call home had led him here to the Tallgrass Prairie. His predatory instincts told him that many small Pokemon made their homes here too.

He just had to figure out how to catch them. As a hunter, Keenai relied heavily on his sharp eyesight to spot prey. But here, the grass grew so tall and thick that spotting Pokemon from the air was impossible, even for him. But his eyes were not the only weapons at his disposal.

With a flutter of his broad wings, the Pidgeotto was airborne. He had come up with a plan to catch some lunch, and was finally hungry enough to put it into action.

Swooping low, just skimming over the tall grass, Keenai uttered a piercing cry, hoping to startle nearby prey and flush them out of hiding. He couldn't see where they were, but maybe he could hear the pitter patter of their paws as they fled. Almost immediately, Keenai's ears picked up the frantic scurrying of a small Pokemon, and he turned to give chase.

As he closed the distance between himself and his prey, Keenai prepared to strike. Folding his wings, the Pidgeotto dropped talons first onto his target and seized...a bunch of grass.

Frustrated, he cursed and untangled his claws as his intended victim ran to safety. This strategy was going to need some more work. Lifting his wings, he was about to start all over when a faint, frightened squeak caught his attention. Maybe he would get a second chance.

The raptor beat at the grass with his wings, hoping to frighten the hidden prey into running. The rodent shrieked loudly, and fled, but this one did not get away. After a brief chase, Keenai dove into the tall grass and felt his talons sink into flesh.

With his prey clutched tightly in his talons, Keenai got airborne and winged his way back to his perch. The bird dug into his hard-earned meal, tearing a large strip of meat from the bone and feeling quite proud of himself. The feeling was erased, however, when the sound of an approaching Pokemon -one bigger than a Rattata- caught his attention.

Keenai lifted his head and demanded. "Who's there?"

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[Clif]

Two dark brown eyes watched from the shadows of what little cover the grassy prairie had to offer, for the time being a large pile of boulders provided such an accommodation. A sleeping being stirred with a start as his senses registered a a loud bird of prey initiating its hunting ritual. Rolling from his back to his belly, he slowly crawled to the edge of his mini shelter in order to view what had so suddenly disturbed him.

Looking upward at the late-afternoon sky, he saw the source of his unease--a pidgeotto scouring the grassland for its next meal. With an uneasy sigh, the observer remained hidden within the pile of rocks that protected him from being easily visible. Although he knew the predator most likely wouldn't find him, caution was always exercised when a larger predator was hunting.

A breath of relief portrayed the hidden's dissolving tension as the bird of prey lacked the knowledge of his presence and began to sweep for another target for its meal. His irises swiftly tracked Keenai's movements as he made his first, failed attempt then his second successful one.

To the observer's dismay, the pidgeotto had landed somewhat too close to his location, and he sure didn't want to have any chance of becoming seconds for a possibly starving predator. Swiping a small stone from his shelter, the worried being threw a stone toward--and hopefully past--the dining Keenai. Despite his efforts, the stone had landed just a few measurements short, hitting the old stump and attracting Keenai's attention in his direction.

Mentally flinching, the small one hiding under the rocks didn't answer the open-ended question and instead attempted to throw another pebble past Keenai, hoping to get the bird to look elsewhere or fly away, annoyed. If the bird were to make the area its territory, the observer would have to worry about just one more predator out there to devour him.

((Sorry if the structure/grammar is kinda weird, I'm way tired, but I wanted to post ^_^; its 4:32 AM here))