The demonic eyes of the tiger were staring as the prey peacefully ate the grass.

Whiskers to stop it from getting stuck,

Whiskers springing when it roars.

Teeth as sharp as a sabre to rip apart its prey,

Teeth as white as salt.

Rusty orange fur to help it camouflage,

Obsidian black stripes to help it blend in.

A tongue like sandpaper to rip the fur off of its prey,

Licking its lips preparing for a tasty meal.

The tiger preparing its claws to slice open its prey,

Claws as sharp as a butcher knife.