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Post by Danielle on Aug 27, 2016 14:04:40 GMT
Moth || Queen || 11 moons || Rogue A warm summer breeze wound its way through the tall grasses in the fields, making them sway gently. As the stalks parted, a young rabbit lifted its head curiously, head turning this way and that before hopping a few paces forward. It snuffled at the ground, unaware of the small, lithe shape watching it from downwind. The tabby queen slowly put one paw in front of the other, careful to keep herself low. She drew ever closer, painfully slow, but she knew the payoff would be worth it. It had been a long time since she had eaten rabbit, and even though it was small this one would fill her belly for a few days at least. And it would definitely taste far better than the squirrels and water voles she had been living on for the past quarter-moon. At last she was within striking distance and was winding up to pounce when a loud crack came from somewhere behind her. The rabbit shot off in alarm, disappearing within heartbeats. Hissing in frustration, Moth spun around angrily to see what had cost her a good few meals. Whatever it was, it had better be sorry. |
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Post by asilentbeast on Aug 30, 2016 8:03:47 GMT
[ Coal ] Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue
The soft breeze blowing across the moor was a refreshing change compared to the usual summer heat the thick-furred black tom had grown accustomed to. If there was one thing Coal missed about the forest it was the cover the trees offered and sometimes he still wanted to return to it. Right now though? It was much easier to remember why he lived on the moor. Shooting forward, he began running across the plains at top speed for the sheer joy of it, little more than a dark blur and much quicker than a tom his size ought to be. WindClan was for the fleet footed and the lover of open spaces. Coal knew in his heart even if he liked the trees, he loved the moor.
He took little care in how much noise he might be making. He was running, not hunting. That would come later. Most likely after a good rest. Coal had the misfortune of not noticing the small she-cat ahead of him until the last minute, a yowl of alarm escaping his maw as he skidded to a halt. It slowed him down a bit, but he still ended up tumbling straight into the poor queen, sending both himself and Moth collapsing to the ground in a pile of tangled limbs. Coal was quick to remove himself from the unfamiliar cat. Something like this could easily be seen as an attack and he prepared himself for angry claws to be aimed in his direction.
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Post by Danielle on Sept 4, 2016 2:56:31 GMT
Moth || Queen || 11 moons || Rogue
No sooner had Moth turned around than she was bowled over by a mass of black fur, the two of them landing in a heap. Without thinking about it she unsheathed her claws and prepared to fight off this rude cat - a tom, she registered in the back of her mind. He'd apparently decided that scaring off her prey wasn't enough, that he wanted to attack her as well. The tabby let out a low growl as she disentangled herself from him, shaking out her fur and trying to decide how to attack first. Now that she got a better look at him, the tom standing just a tail-length or two away from her was easily twice her size, even with her efforts at making herself seem bigger. Despite his thick fur, it was easy to see the muscles underneath and Moth realized it was maybe a better idea to run while she had the chance. His torn ears showed he was no stranger to a fight. Still, anger pulsed through her as she backed away, never taking her eyes off of him. This tom had cost her the most appealing meal she'd seen in a long time. She couldn't let him have the satisfaction of chasing her off, too. So she stood her ground, spine arched and ears flat. The queen ignored the fear starting to crawl along her spine and instead hissed, "What was that for, buzzard-brain? I nearly had it." Part of her wondered why he hadn't just waited until she had caught the stupid thing and then attacked. At least then one of them would have had something to eat. |
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Post by asilentbeast on Sept 4, 2016 7:24:13 GMT
[ Coal ] Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue
As expected the young queen took the accidental collision as an attack and Coal found himself unsheathing his claws out of instinct, ears flattening against his skull and tail lashing from side to side. It took him a second or so to realize this probably wasn’t helping his case any. Despite her smaller size the unfamiliar cat did her best to come across as intimidating and under different circumstances he might have found it entertaining. Right now he’d rather avoid having another tear being added to the collection of scars already marring his ears though. Straightening up and doing his best to appear non-threatening, Coal dipped his head in an awkward, but hopefully appeasing bow. “Greetings…”
He was cut off by Moth speaking up herself, and he gazed back at her in mild confusion. “Had what?” He started, realizing a bit late he had probably interrupted her while she was hunting. “I apologize for running into you I was...er, well I wasn’t really watching where I was going,” he admitted with some embarrassment. Apologizing was never easy, but especially not over something as mousebrained as what he’d just done. |
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Post by Danielle on Sept 13, 2016 6:01:28 GMT
Moth || Queen || 11 moons || Rogue Whatever Moth had expected, it certainly wasn't that. She had been anticipating getting torn to shreds by this strange cat. His outright apology threw her off, and she stared at him blankly for several heartbeats. So he hadn't purposely barrelled into her, after all. In fact, he seemed quite contrite now that he realized what exactly he'd done. He ducked his head self-consciously, and Moth let herself relax the aggressive stance she was holding just a bit. Despite his intimidating build, the tom actually seemed almost friendly, but she wouldn't let that sway her. She was still angry. Though, the queen's temper may have had more to do with her empty belly than she'd have liked to admit. She huffed indignantly. "Well, it might be a good idea to keep that in mind next time you're racing around like a kit," she said, her voice sharp. What had he been hoping to accomplish barrelling about like that, anyway? He obviously hadn't been hunting, nor had he been watching for other cats. It didn't seem like he was running from anything in particular, so why? It just didn't make sense. Everything had a purpose, but she didn't have the slightest clue as to what the purpose of this could be. Since he wasn't showing any signs of clawing at her for the time being, she let her curiosity get the better of her. "Speaking of which, what in StarClan's name were you even doing?"
(( Aaaah, I'm sorry I took so long doing this, I don't know where the time went "OTL )) |
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Post by asilentbeast on Sept 19, 2016 19:18:53 GMT
[ Coal ] Tom | 32 Moons | Rogue
The inquiry of why he'd been running around the moor like a crazed hare was a justified one, but he still found answering truthfully would only lead to further embarrassment on his part. Alive for this many moons and still fooling around like a kit? "I was scouting for a better den and had the misfortune of disturbing a young badger doing the same. She wasn't happy with me," he lied, though he knew mentioning such a deadly enemy could bring about unnecessary panic, this queen thankfully didn't seem all that easy to frighten. "Looks like she didn't chase me after all."
He noted Moth was looking rather thin. He very well might have just scared off the first sign of prey she'd had in days. A pinch of guilt tugged at his conscience and he knew he had to at least offer to fix this. "If you like...I could help you track something else down? Hunting is always easier in pairs," he explained, wondering if this queen was for or against company. She seemed a bit testy so he had a feeling she was the loner type through and through. Just as he had once been.
((It's quite alright! I haven't exactly been active either.)) |
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I hope you the best of luck on that!
And sorry I took so long! I had some problems with a friend, and didn't really feel like getting on because of that, you know?