You wish to go hunting.

You glance at the very small freshkill pile and decide you need to go hunting. You aren't complaining, considering hunting is one of your favorite hobbies. You quickly leave the camp through the thorny tunnel, hissing softly as a thorn pricks your skin. Once out in the forest, you purr happily to yourself, feeling right at home as the birds sing above your head.

You make your way into a small clearing. There are three small paths branching off of it. One going straight ahead, the other two veering off in opposite directions. You're about to go forward into the path straight ahead, when you hear two sounds coming from either side of you. One reminds you of waiting prey, rustling in the grass for seeds. The other is the hostile snarls and hisses of a cat. Quickly, you need to decide what to do.