Far From Home [Open]

[asilentbeast]

When: August 23, 2016. Sturgeon Moon. Noon.

Where: Among the roots of the burnt Sycamore tree. 

Who: Poptart, Open to everyone. 

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[ Poptart ]
Tom | 13 Moons | Kittypet

Poptart crept forward silently, tail held close to his side and paws tucked beneath him in a decent hunter's crouch. Dark copper colored eyes focused in on the unsuspecting mouse seated atop a nearby tree root, nibbling away on a seed clutched between its tiny paws. Exhilaration made the fur on the back of the young tom's neck bristle. Would he finally catch something? Poptart got so caught up in the possible outcomes of his potentially first successful hunt that he stopped paying attention to how much noise he was making and a sharp crack suddenly sliced through the quiet. Poptart paused for a moment, glancing down and finding he had stepped right over a twig and snapped it in half.

Ears flattening against his skull in frustration, the large tabby lunged forward knowing full well the mouse would have heard him. He landed clumsily where the rodent had once sat, but it was nowhere in sight now. Poptart bit back a disappointed yowl before slipping down to the grassy floor and sitting on his hindquarters with slouched shoulders. He had been so certain he would catch something this time! Sighing in exasperation, he shrugged his failure off and began snuffling among the roots for anything else that might be edible. This was the longest he'd been away from home, three sunrises in all, and he hadn't gotten a bite to eat since he left.

[Usa-san]

Deadstride

Gib | 10 Moons | Loner

Yellow eyes watched the cream cat move - their body wasn't low enough, and they weren't watching where they put their paws. They also appeared to not be stalking the prey downwind, but they also weren't stalking upwind which means they weren't a lost cause - although they didn't seem to be paying attention to their surroundings making Deadstride's critic even possible. He had to admit that he wanted to instruct the other on the correct way, but the thought of interacting with the other cat had his tail puffing up already.

Leap, miss, mouse running straight into a black cats paws. Teeth snapping shut on the mouses body, yellow eyes looked up to the fluffy cat before walking forward on silent paws. Once close enough he dropped the mouse near them, and looked at them curiously before turning to leave. "If you can't hunt then go back to wherever you came from." he said softly - voice much like that of a barely noticeable gust of wind.

[asilentbeast]

[ Poptart ] 

Tom | 13 Moons | Kittypet

Poptart was so busy searching among the roots of the sycamore he hardly noticed Deadstride until the smaller male was nearly in front of him, head lifting as a new scent wafted over his nose. He stared at the dark-furred cat in mild surprise and might have offered a polite thank you if not for the barely audible comment that left Deadstride's mouth next. The strange cat's back was turned to him before he could even respond and Poptart's pelt fluffed out in indignation, taking the quickly uttered advice as an insult. He moved forward to block Deadstride's path, staring down at him with a look of disdain. "I don't need your prey or your opinion. Nor did I ask for either," he replied in a sharp tone. "Don't presume you can tell me what to do either unless you have the muscle to back it up." Claws slid out in a silent threat, though his expression remained calmly cold. "Can you even fight? If not perhaps it is you who should return to wherever it was you came." 

((And the award for most dramatic overreaction goes to...))