Scratch

I still haven't started, and I have no ideas.

w00t, 711 words, lol   
But a much better begining, if anyone wants to hear it.

The cool night was dark and quiet. Only my slight pants broke the sound of nothingness. My toes scrabbled for a grip on the slippery rock, and once I almost fell completely. Rushing water joined my wheezes and I turned to see a small waterfall lining the side, tumbling down the hill.
    Cooling my tired feet in the water, I glanced around. Movement. Somewhere, somewhere close. I could’ve sworn that I heard movement!
    My breaths came out in ragged gasps as I ran away. Jaws closed around the pocket of air where my poor tail used to be. My paws pounded against solid stone, and my nose sniffed at the air. What was it? Who could have scented me, when I had been so careful? Desperate measures had been put through; I had even rolled in the only small mint patch in the territory.
    Of course, the mint patches. My scent had led up to it, and then they had followed the stench of mint to my current location. I cursed under my breath and whipped around, baring slimy white teeth, dripping with saliva. My tongue flicked over them quickly, clearing the texture in order to make room for juicy meat.
    “Come on out!” I called tauntingly, my tail flipped back and forth, waving in the crisp midnight air. “You want to fight, you got a fight!”
    No response. Relaxing, I turned back in the direction of the food. Some sort of smell, no matter how rotten, was filling my nostrils and I intended to find out what it was. Of course, I already had a suspicion: food. Meat. Precious meat. We didn’t get nearly enough of it here, in this place, and what we did receive was stale and frozen slabs.
    Being a carnivore, my thick pink tongue longed to taste the delicious salty meat of a fresh gazelle. Even a small, scurrying rodent would do at this point. Any sort of meat that hadn’t been refrigerated for more than a week would taste like heaven right now.
    Suddenly, jaws snapped above my head. I screeched, ducking but retaliating with a swift blow to my victim’s head. Spatters of red rained onto the ground, but I could tell my blow hadn’t been awfully serious. If it had been, my foe would’ve screamed, or at least shown their face. This was my territory now; I had staked it as my own.
    Not that anybody here paid attention to the minor details such as those.
    “Stay away!” I growled, scratching naked air. Where was my enemy, where had they gone?
    A painful nip to my haunches answered my question. I whipped back again, but they had already sank back into the shadows. It was another of my type, obviously. But there were only three others in this place, which one was it?
    I tensed. Not…not Naya? No, it couldn’t be Naya, shouldn’t be. Why she would attack me I would never know. She was not an attacker in general, not even to those who hated her. There was only one who hated her: Bazi.

  Am I the only one competing this round?