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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Jun 27, 2019 18:02:37 GMT -5
Greenleaf 8: The intense heat is accompanied by strong humidity that suggests a storm will come soon. TIMOTHY I am not a beast, I'm not a monster
Timothy hissed as he landed awkwardly, pain slicing up his leg with tongues of fire. A stab of fear shot through his heart. To break a limb up here in the mountains was a death sentence, especially with that damned lynx lurking around. The black and white tom placed weight on his leg, relieved to find that he could stand on it without much difficulty. Just the shock of the fall, then. His startling blue eyes flickered around him, taking in the sight of the looming trees and the rustling grass in the breeze. He could smell no scent, but then the predators of these mountains were experts at staying downwind. He hated that he felt like prey here. The only animals that should feel this way were the mice and birds he slaughtered. He shouldn't feel this on edge.
Drawing his tongue over the leg he had feared he'd broken, he glared up at the endless sky where the bird he had been stalking had disappeared. He was going hungry tonight unless he found another warm body to sink his teeth into. Flicking his tail in annoyance, the loner gave himself a shake and began to move away from his would-be hunting grounds, weaving among the scattered tree trunks and rocks as he went. His pads burned from the rough ground, but they were gradually hardening and getting used to the harsher environment. His new hunting habits of leaping to catch birds and climbing trees had also helped him build a lot of muscle along his haunches, something he was extremely pleased with.
Timothy brushed past the firm bark of another spruce tree, and as he did he picked up a trace of rabbit on the breeze. His claws unsheathed. Rabbit was a favourite of his. The tom dropped down low and began to follow the scent, his pink and black nose twitching as it grew gradually more fresh. Here and there, small round brown droppings littered the earthy ground, and Timothy grew in confidence that he was near enough to the rabbits. He slipped around a huge boulder that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. His eyes gleamed when the rabbits came into view, scattered across a small open space as if they were just waiting to be caught. He drew his tongue along his lips, threading on soundless paws as he approached the rabbits. Fixing his eyes on one, he bunched his muscles and prepared to spring, heart racing in anticipation of the hunt. But the rabbits paused, their long ears twitching as if they detected a sound. Tim couldn't believe it. Could the rabbits seriously hear his pulse from that distance? Knowing the rabbits were about to bolt, Timothy charged from his position, hurling himself across the short space.
But just as he reached the large brown creature, another form charged in front of him and snatched it in its teeth. With a small spray of blood and a squeak of pain, the rabbit was dead. The other rabbits scattered, terrified. Timothy stared in disbelief at the tom that stood right in front of him with his rabbit in his jaws.
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Post by Taxx on Jun 28, 2019 8:39:33 GMT -5
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me Tadpole had been watching the rabbits for a while, crouched in the grass on one of the low slopes of the mountains, waiting in the hopes that the rabbits would venture further from their holes- toward him. He'd gotten as close as he could before he spooked them, but it wasn't quite close enough. There was always one who kept its head up, watching while the others nibbled on the grass, and it would take him all day to try to edge closer at this point.
Suddenly the rabbits alerted, heads up and ears quivering. With the possibility that he was about to lose them all, Tadpole decided he might as well go now. His hind legs shot him forward out of the grass, and he hurtled toward the nearest rabbit; front legs outstretched, his claws buried themselves into the brown fur and he sank his teeth into the creature's neck in a swift bite. At the same time, his tail lashed against another body, and black and white fur flashed past, but not until he had his kill did he turned to see who it was.
The sturdy-looking cat was staring back at him, looking a bit stunned; Tadpole gazed back, breathing rapidly through his nose but keeping his grip on the rabbit as he backed a couple steps. He laid back his ears and narrowed his eyes, warning the other cat not to try anything but readying himself to fight, if necessary, to keep the rabbit he'd caught. โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ Tadpole Loner
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Jul 2, 2019 8:05:07 GMT -5
TIMOTHY I am not a beast, I'm not a monster
Timothy's startling eyes scoured over the rogue tom, taking in his thin, lanky frame and woolly grey fur. The stranger's olive-green eyes narrowed, and he backed up somewhat with the rabbit gripped in his jaws. Timothy forced himself not to mirror the tom, keeping his black ears perked upwards. He was confident he could take this scrap of fur easily in a fight, but to risk injury out here on the mountainside slopes was pure suicide. The black and white tom wanted to handle this situation without the need to shed blood. Wrestling his expression into one of complete neutrality, Timothy waved his tail as a placating gesture. "Put your claws away, mate." He purred, amusement flashing across his face. "You know as well as I do that the smell of feline blood will bring the demon cat running."
As much as he didn't want to fight, he wanted that rabbit. He was hungry, he needed the food. And he didn't know this cat, or if he even understood a word he was saying. Perhaps some feral cats up here were more animistic than he was used to. "I didn't even notice you over there." Timothy noted, glancing in the direction the scrawny tom had come from. He looked back towards the tom, and though he couldn't detect any scent other than that of the mountains... "You one of them 'clan cats' that live off the mountain?" He narrowed his eyes. "If so, you're a long ways out in the bush for one of them mongrels." He seemed still, calm and relaxed, but his mind was racing, trying to find a way to get that rabbit. The tom didn't look in a sharing mood, and if Timothy didn't come up with something fast, a fight would be inevitable. Though if this cat wasn't a clan cat, then perhaps killing him over a rabbit wouldn't land him in dire trouble. He mulled over the idea, imagining dumping the thief's body off a ridge. Much as the idea attracted him, did he really want to get his paws dirty over a measly little rabbit?
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Post by Taxx on Jul 3, 2019 19:52:04 GMT -5
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me The other's words seemed soothing, but Tadpole himself had played that trick. Act kind and wait for them to let their guard down before snatching whatever they had that he wanted. Still- the warning held weight. And a fight here would do neither of them any good. If he got hurt and Demon spotted him... forcing himself to relax, Tadpole still kept an eye on the black-and-white tom, wary of his intention.
He snorted at the question, but he couldn't answer with his jaws full; carefully, every muscle tensed in case the stranger tried to lunge and snatch his prey, Tadpole set it down and then placed a paw, claws unsheathed, on top of it. "Don't insult me like that," he sniffed. "Never have been, never will be a Clan cat. I'm a loner- like you, I assume? Name's Tadpole."
His words might be friendly- to a slight degree- but Tadpole wasn't relaxing just yet. Too bad they'd met over a hunt, or he might have been more willing to spend a moment to just talk, but as it was. "Good luck on your next hunt. I'm gonna take my rabbit and go eat." His gaze remained fixed on the other loner as he took his paw off the rabbit and ducked his head to grab it in his jaws again. โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ Tadpole Loner
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Jul 11, 2019 20:45:11 GMT -5
TIMOTHY I am not a beast, I'm not a monster
He could practically taste that rabbit. The stench of death and the delicate and delicious scent of fresh meat, both attractive and repulsive all at once. There was another scent on that rabbit though, that was unusual. Something he recognized. He doubted snatching it and running was an intelligent plan, especially considering the guarded expression on the other tom's face. Timothy knew he was unlikely to fool even the most gullible cat into surrendering a fresh meal, but a shot at that was more promising than trying to claw his way to mealtime. His sharp blue eyes were searching, always trying to spot a chink in the defensive armour Tadpole had thrown up.
The grey tom snorted in response to his question, looking both amused and offended all at once. He lowered the rabbit, an action that Timothy watched closely, while trying to ease the tension out of his muscles. "Nice to meet a sane lad up here. Them cult cats are strange, so I hear." He laughed, as though recalling a story he had been told. "I'm a loner, if that's what you wanna call it." He was biding time, but in the same way he was also a bit curious about this tom. There was something interesting about him that felt distinctive, different than many other cats he'd had dealings with before. The tom gave his name, and Timothy hesitated, considering if he should give an alias. He decided against it. "Tim." He answered, a strange-sounding name that made it blatantly obvious his background wasn't entirely wild. Or at least, to the cat that knew about kittypets, which not many cats on this mountain did. Timothy nodded politely at the next sentence. "Only fair, your catch, your say in what you do with it." As the tom reached for the rabbit however, Timothy spoke again before his teeth could find the scruff. "That rabbit, though... I wouldn't recommend eating it, mate." His tail swept towards it. "It's diseased." His tone was grave. "Friend ate one just like that, she died foaming at the mouth. Horrible way to go. It was like she'd been poisoned.".
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Post by Taxx on Aug 15, 2019 11:04:12 GMT -5
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me The name the other tom gave was like nothing Tadpole had ever heard and he was briefly derailed. Tim? It was the oddest name he'd ever heard- even those Clan cats had understandable names. Was a Tim some sort of bird or other creature he'd never heard of? A flick of his tail dismissed the thought; it didn't matter.
The warning paused him before he sunk his teeth into the rabbit, and he flashed a narrowed gaze at Tim before lowering green eyes to the prey. It had looked healthy enough, had run quickly and true toward its burrow. And aside from the scent of death and something else he couldn't quite place- something that didn't really smell of sickness- it smelled fine to him. Anger pricked in his belly and he rose to his full height, ears laid back and lips lifted, showing off his fangs as he hissed. "Do you take me for an idiot? I've told you, you're not getting my prey. But if you want a fight, then fine!"
Hurling himself forward, Tadpole tried to knock Tim over as he lashed out with both sets of unsheathed claws to hook into the other cat's flesh. He was leaner, but he knew how to fight. With any luck, he could drive Tim off easily. โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ Tadpole Loner
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Aug 28, 2019 14:29:19 GMT -5
TIMOTHY I am not a beast, I'm not a monster
Timothy's eyes widened in surprise as the loner spat furious threats in his face. He snorted, opening his mouth to spit a sly retort, but before he could continue the other tom was barrelling towards him. The black and white loner snarled with surprise, attempting to rear up to meet the other tom, claws unsheathed.
Tadpole barrelled into him, knocking the breath from his lungs as both toms collided with firm, unforgiving rock. Timothy hissed as claws sliced his shoulders, the stranger was clearly a confident fighter. Timothy was small, but sturdily built, and he often felt too confident that his rippling muscle would deter other cats from coming to blows with him. In this case, that had proven to be a fatal mistake. Timothy kicked upwards in an attempt to dislodge his attacker, a furious screech erupting from his throat.
But despite the tom's lighter build, his claws were fixed firmly in Timothy's flesh and he held fast like a tick. Tim was panting hard, his breaths coming in fast gasps. The sudden drop had winded him, and his attempts to kick Tadpole off were tiring him. He smirked, licking his lips. "Think we're goin' a little too fast, mate." He laughed breathlessly, a mocking note to his voice. "You shoulda at least got me some dinner, first." Grace always hated that cocky arrogance of his, the way he mocked his opponent even when he was the losing party. But then, she wasn't around anymore to scowl at him. Trying to use his compromising position to his advantage, Timothy reared his hind legs, attempting to pummel the other tom's vulnerable stomach like a hare, claws unsheathed. tags: Taxx | wordcount: 277
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Severe scratches to left and right shoulder.
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