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Post by sirfinkelstein on Sept 7, 2016 22:09:15 GMT
Domino ▪ Male ▪ 14 Moons Party Cloudy ▪ Breezy ▪ Sunrise ▪ Open to Anyone In the wee small hours of the rising sun Domino had set out for a hunt. Stomach empty and pained, he hoped strongly that he would find a nice plump squirrel or some mice for breakfast. He crept as silently as he could, listening for the rustling of prey. He had already lost a vole earlier in the morning, and his frustration was getting quite real. Ears flicked behind him, he heard something move. Something small...but it was something. Hungry as he was, he was ready this time. Dropping into a low crouch, he watched the squirrel flick back and forth, nibbling on an acorn. Small steps forward, he pounced for the squirrel. This time, he had success. One quick snap and he had himself breakfast. He carried the squirrel into a sunbeam and lay down to eat it. Licking his paws as he had finished his breakfast, he still felt hungry. He always felt hungry. Cleaning himself uo, he kept his ears on alert, listening for other prey, predators, and cats. He wondered if his brother would search for him. 'It's been a few days since I've seen him' he though to himself, trying nor to let worry set in. They were grown toms now. They could handle themselves.
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Post by Zesha on Sept 8, 2016 23:49:59 GMT
Gato | Tom | 29 moons | Kittypet Gato sat on one of the branches of the sycamore tree, watching through the leaves as the sun began its climb into the sky, peeking over the horizon to mark the beginning of a new day. It was beautiful, casting light pinks and yellows across the soft clouds that drifted by. This time of morning always seemed peaceful to Gato, and he appreciated it greatly, what with the gentle birdsong that filled the air and the shuffling paws of creatures just stirring from their nests. The cream colored tom thought he was alone in the world for a while until the breeze brought a scent up to his nose—the scent of another tom.
Peering down to the ground, he noticed a black tuxedo cat, his short fur glistening lightly from the rising sun. Gato watched as the other caught sight of a squirrel nibbling on an acorn under the sycamore tree, its mottled surface a greenish-white color where the creature was standing, leaving a stark contrast for the predator to see its prey. He watched in interest as the other tom crouched, taking delicate steps forward, before leaping at the squirrel and sinking his teeth into the thing’s neck. And that was that. The cat had his breakfast.
Gato had kept quiet and hidden up until now, when the wind brought his smell down to the other tom. Deciding it would be better to go ahead and reveal himself before the other cat could start demanding answers, he called out, “Greetings, fellow cat. That was a nice catch. Perhaps next time you’ll let me hunt with you.”
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