Amy had gone back to her bedroom and thrown her normal red and gray plaid shirt on, and pulled on her jeans, leaving her feet bare as normal. she patted the inside pockets of her shirt, checking that the gun, extra ammo, and 12-inch knife was there. She hoisted her faithful shotgun over her shoulder and walked out the wooden back door, pulling it closed and tugging on the handle to check it was locked.
Amy did mostly farm work, but she did go out hunting regularly, selling most of the game she caught and her crops during Farmer's Market.
She would keep a little for herself, to ensure she had fresh vegetables and meat. She would spend the money on coffee usually, but also on fruits (Since she didn't have the right plant seeds for an orchard yet.) and if she felt like it, Ben and Jerry's and Totino's cheese pizza. Amy trotted down through the fields, seeing the green growth of the new plants. She inhaled the scent of Spring. Mother Nature had been kind to her crops so far.
The wheat, barley, corn, tomatoes, potatoes, and all the rest of the plants were growing tremendously well, they were double the height of normal sprouts. Amy smiled. Hopefully, she would have a bountiful harvest this year, a little extra money wouldn't go amiss. She wanted to pay Griff back for all he'd done already this year.After just a little while Amy reached the end of the fields and stood at the line of trees where the thick forest started.
She brushed against the rough bark of the oaks and her fluffy footpaws thudded softly against the hard earth, her footsteps muffled by the thick fur on her footpaws. Amy drew her knife and held it loosely in her hand, she decided she was going to check the critter traps she had left scattered through the forest.
She glanced up at the thick layer of leaves, the oaks growing so uncommonly close that they made a dark green canopy overhead, blocking almost all of the sunlight from above. After a few minutes, she came across her first trap. It wasn't one of those cruel bear traps, but one made using wire, sharpened sticks, and rocks.
The wire was wrapped around a sharpened stick and basically, the trap would kill the animal cleanly and quickly and raise the animal off the ground so a predator couldn't get to the animal before Amy. Amy shook her head, the trap was empty, there must be a critter that's smart enough to trip these without hurting themselves. "Wait a moment..." Amy sniffed the air, catching a strange scent. She scanned the ground, "Hmmm..." There was a single paw print, about three inches wide and maybe two and a half inches tall, with slight claw marks at the tip.
Amy crouched down on the ground and put her hand over the print, checking how warm it was. "Maybe about two hours or so ago." She muttered to herself. She stood up and breathed in again, trying to check for a trace of the strange scent again. Amy shrugged and walked on, keeping alert for any rustlings or shadows slipping out of sight.
(A/N In the world that they're in, mammals are the only creatures that are anthropomorphic.)
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In The Dark Of The Night
General FictionIn this story, you follow the young anthro lynx, Amy; along with her friends Griff, Major, Naomi, Zek, and Samir. During this tale, dark secrets are uncovered and surprising connections are made.
