Post by Phoenix on Jul 20, 2018 21:54:53 GMT -5
As he looked at the scene before him, an irrational rage began to race through his veins. Someone had been poking their nose where it did not belong. His food stores were his and his alone. With his perfect memory, Tenko always knew exactly what he had hidden and where it had been, and as a skilled hunter, he had refined the art of burying his prey for later. But as he examined the empty space where there should have been prey, he found no trace of the mole that he knew he had placed there. Except for the faint scent trail left by the thief.
A feline. Despicable creatures. How dare one such beast steal from him, the best hunter in the entire valley. He, who could single-handedly feed his entire family. He, who demanded the fear and admiration of his peers.
Tracking the culprit was a simple matter, and upon catching sight of the orange and white warrior, he barely hesitated before throwing himself at the feline with a scream. Even without the element of surprise on his side, Tenko felt confident in his victory over the smaller creature. Lips pulled back in a snarl, revealing sharp canine teeth that he dug into the side of the cat, who had twisted around at the last moment with a startled sound that turned into a pained yowl. Shutting his eyes against the sharp claws scratching at his face, he clamped down harder and held on, bracing himself as he shook his head once, twice, before the lines of fire on his sensitive muzzle became too painful to ignore. As he retreated out of range, he licked the blood from his lips, grinning at the tom struggling to his paws before him.
"My prey," He growled, ears flat against his head as he failed to elaborate on whether he was referring to the discarded and nearly-forgotten mole or addressing the wounded cat. Or both. With a dexterous paw, the fox swiped at the cat, who could not move fast enough to avoid the blow, and he watched with no small amount of satisfaction as the warrior paid dearly for daring to rob him. Stepping forward, he pinned the orange and white warrior with a paw on his chest, and as he leaned close, he hissed, "You do not steal from me."
But just as he was about to deliver the final blow, fire raked down his side.
Fawntastic || gut wounds are nasty. Have fun, Shadow~ || 410