Desperate Times [Smokefur!] Jan 30, 2013 20:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Jan 30, 2013 20:39:02 GMT -5
Flicking his tail, he inclined his head slightly, shifting the grackle wing in his mouth to grip the end. How exactly, did one force feed a cat? He had never really considered the topic before, as he had never expected to be confronted with a situation like this. But he would not protest, for any experience in any area had the potential to be useful for the future. Who knew? Perhaps he could suffocate Blackwolf by stuffing a grackle down his throat. Green eyes flicked over to briefly glance at the other tom. Doubtful. He would need someone to pin the larger tom in order for him to even get close enough to feed him the piece of prey, as the warrior would most certainly not hold still to accomodate him. Even if he asked politely. Blackwolf was so rude.[/blockquote]
His wiry frame drew closer to the medicine cat's head, eyes moving down to look somewhat sympathetically into Smokefur's. "Open up," He spoke, voice not nearly as intimidating as Blackwolf's and muffled by the bird's wing. "Please." Habit forced the last word to leave his clamped jaws, as he was used to obeying orders and not giving them. A small paw was placed near her head, somewhat threatening. Like any living creature, she had to breathe. If he had to block her nose in order to ensure her cooperation, it would only be make it even more of an unpleasant experience.
When she stubbornly ignored his words, he could not say that he was overly surprised. Flicking his gaze away from hers, he raised said paw and pressed it gently over her nose, not hard enough to hurt but enough to block her airflow. He waited patiently, watching as a panicked expression spread across her features. Idly he found himself hoping that she wouldn't try to outwait him. Her survival instinct would force her to take a breath through her mouth before she could suffocate, with or without her consent. Ahh-- there we go. As soon as her jaws parted, he darted in close, forcing the wing through the small gap. His paw moved from her nose to her mouth, not giving her the option of spitting the bit of grackle back out. Licking his lips, he savored the taste of prey, waiting for the she-cat to swallow and preparing himself for the next round. Green eyes flicked away as he masterfully shielded his thoughts behind an apologetic mask. It wouldn't do to appear as though he enjoyed himself too much.