(Profile is a way back)
The feline sat alone, his body shrouded amongst the trees, there he waited until a preybeast would show itself. One that he could hunt was all he needed now, one that he could strike down with the arrows of his bow. The bow rested on the ground, arrow already knocked and merely waiting for him to pick it up and fire it. He himself rested on the ground too, his body stretched out on the floor.
His eyes spotted movement near one of the buildings, and slowly he picked up the bow and brought it six inches from the ground, allowing him to shoot when asked for. He right paw slowly took the bows string and pulled it, causing the arrow to retract, preparing to be let loose and fly towards it target.
The building that his eyes spotted the target was the mess hall, soon she moved to the assault course....