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All in all, I have to say it was a damn good pounce.
I got the spot where he was perfectly, with the help of my hearing and lets be honest, his klutziness. No insult to him of course, but he was about as Stealthy as he was strong, and to give you an idea of his strength a little girl Felisian pinned him on his face to the ground.
He smelled strange, some weird smells really, a little smokey kinda noxious smell, I think he also hadn't bathed for a couple of days so there was a little body odor.
Oh, he also lacked a Tail and normal ears.
"<Okay, just what are you and why are you stalking me?>"
He only replied with a yelp.
"<I have all night, what are you doing here.>"
I don't think he understood me, but he started whimpering.
"Pleasedon'thurtmeIwasonlyheretoeatsomeapplesandIdon'twannaDIIEE!"
The last part came out tearfully, it was a little pathetic to be honest. Whatever this strange being was, it must've been the runt of the litter, because it hardly took any effort at all to keep him on the ground, eventually he rolled over, knocking me to the ground and hightailed it away, It took all of 5 seconds for me to catch up with him, didn't seem this blond haired being was much for running.
This time I pinned him down on his back and sat on his stomech for good measure.
"<Knock it off!>" I said.
The little thing began crying pathetically, at this point I decided the little freak wasn't worth scaring and I skulked back up the tree, glowering at him. I think at that point I had decided the tree was my territory, not his and I wouldn't allow him near it. That or I was just angry at the world and he happened to be a good punching bag.
And then, Audicity of audicity he walks up to my tree, and begins rummaging around the ground beneath for windfallen apples as I yowled at him. I picked a few apples out of the tree and proceeded to drop them on the strange intruder.
I believe one or two him him on the head, he grabbed up the remainder and ran away.
He came back again and again, day after day. After a while, I stopped aiming for his head when I picked them off and dropped them.

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