[Gemini]

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blizzard   that   rustles   great   oak

674 words | BlooRey DVD with Peregrine

"No one is you and that is your power."

[googlefont=[Montserrat Alternatives]Deep orange luminaries penetrated the vast abyss above, recalling memories of all sorts. The voluminous, velutinous tomcat exhaled softly, closing his visionaries momentarily in thought. He began to ponder, falling into the depths of his mind. Leaf-bare is coming. Prey is becoming more scarce and the meat upon our meals will slowly become thinner. We will begin to lose weight, our pelts denser and thicker to maintain our body heat. The alabaster and charcoal arrayed tomcat pranced onward, leaving the place his tribe called home. He advanced away from the cave, trailing off into the Tribe's territory. The tom moved forward aimlessly, no intentions on a set place.

Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak inhaled sharply, a sigh escaping his mandibles. The sigh was resigned and weary. It signaled the end of deliberate effort and the beginning of passive deterioration. It was a sigh so quiet that it went unnoticed, it's sound and it's movement dissipated out into the vastness of the world and made no effect at all. It was not the start of any butterfly effect. But in the tom's life it was a pivotal turning point. His sigh was of a softly deflating; it was as if a tension had lifted yet left him with emptiness instead of relief. Blizzard's distinct orange luminaries scrutinized amidst himself, reaching the stream.

He ascended toward the crystalline fluid, dipping his cranium closer to the cascading liquid. His salmon-tinged disambiguation slipped from his maw, lapping gently as the water. His tongue shoveling the liquid into his mouth, feeling the frigid liquid slide down his trachea. The behemoth, cerulean brute of a feline, fixating his gaze forwards after getting a drink. His menacing gaze penetrated a small eagle, one that hadn't been full grown. Those monster birds take our kits and to-bes. What happens if I take you? Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak scowled, a low grow emitting from the depths of his throat. 

Blizzard's brawny foundations ambulated toward the resting creature, a corrugating look portraying his countenance as he scanned over the eagle. I will kill you. Blizzard deadpanned, heeding the maturing eagle carefully as he slunk down into the Earth. The tom's abdomen delicately touched the surface of the terra firma. Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak patiently observed the bird, who was a bit smaller and surely lighter than him. I don't hunt, but I will today. Blizzard felt the urge for revenge, seeking it through the eagle considering their species kills of cats of the tribe. It was a vindictive moment, his locomotion brisk as he launched himself forward, his large, tufted digits sprawled as they extended and pranced upon the wingspan of the smaller creature. 

This was happening. He wasn't sure whether it was allowed or not to hunt as a cave-guard, but he was careless at the moment. The tribe cat was enraged, not accepted the fact that these huge birds feast on felines. The eagle began to thrash wildly and vigorously, concerning Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak considering he earned a few slaps in the face by a wing. A hiss escaped his mandibular as he upon his wide jaws, exposing excruciating incisors. Blizzard pressed his entire mass downward onto the flailing predatory bird, feathery tail lashing violently. Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak raised his left foundation, forcing a blow upon the eagle's crania before sending a killing bite to quickly end its life.

Blizzard closed his eyes in thought, Whether or not I was supposed to do this, we will eat tonight. He scoffed, shaking his crania feeling an intense gaze upon him. Was he being watched? The brawny feline hoisted himself up, shifting from the eagle as he sat next to it. The lifeless creature lay sideways, wings sprawled out. Unfortunately, I'll need to carry this back. It's okay, but it won't be the easiest thing. 

                           

Made by me, Gemini

[BlooRey DVD]

When you look up,
do you see the blue sky of what might be?

Cry of Hunting
Peregrine

Tribe of Forgotten Waters

Curious eyes peered from the security of a rock. The Prey Hunter had been following a young eagle for some time, looking to set up a moment to take it down. Though she recognized she should probably have sought help seeing as she wasn't exactly the heaviest feline in the Tribe, the lithe she-cat found herself unable to remove her gaze from the bird. As the cold began to settle into the air around them, finding prey became more and more important. Could she afford to let this feathery creature slip through her claws? Not in her mind.

However, as it turned out she wouldn't need to lift a claw. It was with distant intrigue that she watched someone else take down the bird. It was... Sloppy, to say the least. With a tilt of her sloped muzzle, the Prey Hunter hazarded a guess that this tom was a Cave Guard. Should she recognize him, since they were part of the same Tribe? Probably. But she'd never been the most aware when it came to names and faces. It's not that she didn't care. Rather, most considered her odd. More often than not, her interactions with Tribe-mates were in passing. A cursory greeting here, speak of the weather there. She didn't mind, but it left her with a better recollection of how others looked and sounded, rather than their names or interests.

Seeing as she'd not been on hunting parties often with this tom, her best guess was Cave Guard. This left her with one final inquiry: why was a Cave Guard killing an eagle alone? It wasn't unheard of for a Cave Guard to aid in a kill once the Prey Hunters had performed the initial securing. But to see a Cave Guard brave one by his lonesome?

Peculiar. Peculiar, indeed. She thought.

Curling her thin tail, she finally stepped out from where she'd been crouched. Willowy legs carried her with ease, her unique features identifiable from a distance as she trotted forward. Pale green eyes carefully swept the ground as she maneuvered the uneven territory, closing the space between herself and the downed eagle with a strange aloofness. She looked at the bird first, eyeing it briefly before looking back up at the tom. Now that she was up close, her first thought surged passed her maw before she even registered she was speaking.

"Tall... Fascinating. You're much larger up close." And then, as though she hadn't said anything, she stepped carefully over the fallen eagle, peering closely at the bite to its throat. "Talons and beak pose the highest risk. Be wary of them, and aim to bite from the back to best avoid them, especially when hunting as one. Sans flanks to pin each wing, you are always threatened by-" Her voice cut off suddenly large ears pointed forward as though she'd heard something.

One breath. Two. Even a third.

"-those appendages. Far sharper than any feline's, guaranteed. For a first hunt, however... Adequate. Indeed, wonderfully so." Sub-consciously, the Prey Hunter was already adjusting the body in preparation for transport, rolling it onto its belly and tugging the wings out from underneath it. With a tilt of her head that looked borderline exaggerated, she blinked pale green eyes at her companion. "Do you require aid in transport? If you would like, I can demonstrate how we typically carry our quarry home."

...or the darkness of what never will?

Gemini

[Gemini]

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blizzard   that   rustles   great   oak

542 words | BlooRey DVD with Peregrine

"No one is you and that is your power."

[googlefont=[Montserrat Alternatives]Even moments before the bachelor commenced the hunt; his nasal passages would twitch at the familiar aroma of a tribe-mate. He couldn't identify the scent, but he believed it would be no harm if he'd been doing something for the sake of the Tribe. A soft sigh escaped his maw as he was utterly unprepared for the fight the young eagle was about to give him. The predatory bird was infuriated and probably fearful, the thrashing and lunging snaps of his beak. He prayed that the feline who monitored him wouldn't use his mistakes to get him into trouble, considering he'd done something he shouldn't have. It wasn't his duty to bring home prey, rolling his deep, umber visage at the thought. I wonder how different the Clans live from us. Everyone possessed their own culture, and regarding his opinions, the Clan's lifestyle would most likely suit his preferences. Blizzard had always been loyal to the Tribe, despite his contrasting beliefs that he wouldn't dare mention to anyone. The sire mostly kept his contradicting introspections to himself, assuming it would be best, as some things aren't meant to be shared.

No doubt, he'd taken down the youthful eagle negligently, considering his limited experience with such. Blizzard was a horrible hunter, as he could've received impairment from the hefty bird, fortunate that he'd come out with no injuries. If the predatory creature had been any more significant, the bird could've overpowered Blizzard's miserable attempts. The cave-guard himself was astonished that he'd successfully taken out the bird, watching as a lissom mademoiselle hoisted and trekked out from her positioning, exhibiting her lanky, sleek features. Her countenance was very sharp, somewhat triangular, followed by large ears and tall appendages extending from her physique. Her velutinous pelage was appealing, pelt furnished with atramentous blotches. Her commentary was definitely interesting, what a wonderful greeting. A soft, husky chuckle escaped Blizzard's maw, profound orange chasms observing the damsel before him. "Thank you?" He half-questioned, half-stated as a gentle smile decorated the edges of his mandibles, silence shrouding him when the opposing feline explained the dangers of taking such a large, aggressive animal down. Blizzard's smile faded as he intensely listened to his fellow tribe-mate, who he identified as Cry of Hunting Peregrine, or Peregrine for short. She was very distinct and someone he was close in age to, but she wasn't a cave-guard but a prey-hunter.

The pause in her justification caused the bachelor to glimpse toward her with curious, bewildered eyes, diverting his visage to the eagle. Did she hear something? She was merely a few moons older than him, attempting to flush his sheepishness as there wasn't necessarily a need to be ashamed. After she finished, Blizzard dubiously departed his maw from his mandible, "Is it still breathing?" He inquired, his passionate gaze shifting toward the cadaver. It heaved once, but it appeared too impaired to do damage. Perhaps it was the bird's last breaths? The bachelor remained on his foundations, prepared to finish the creature as Peregrine exemplified if needed. "I would appreciate your demonstration, but I can do it on my lonesome once you show me how." He offered a warm smile, feathery tail coiled before his frontals as he settled amongst his haunches.