From a 14 yr old boy

I found this little bit of writing just the other day, it is one of my favourites. I wrote it when I was about 14, at a 3-2-1 Write! event for youngsters. It was during a session about writing description.

He opened his eyes and saw moss and pine about him. He looked around for his mother but just saw pine trees. Then it hit him, the smell of blood. He was happy for that meant food. As he was about to leave his cave under the pine, he listened for his mother's call for him to come, but it never came. He mewed to ask if she was there, but there was no reply. He decided to go out to eat for he was starving. He went looking for the meat. He thought this place was different. The tree was near a cliff he had not seen the night before. As he looked around at the rocks and trees, he distinguished the direction from which the smell of meat came. He rounded the rock in front of the lovely smell and there in front of him was a horror, the likes of which he had never seen before. His heart raced in shock and tears sprung to his eyes, for there in front of him was...