Hunting Mice, what could possible go wrong? [P]

[Equinox]

"The Night is Cold..."

The shiver of a leaf, the tiny change of scent in the fresh air, the microscopic fleshy tail dissapearing under a root. All there, all clear, all in range. Mouse. She was upon it before it could react, scooping it into her paws and burying her fangs into its tiny body. No time for a fight, only death. Only death was allowed here today. But there was another... The feline stood up, the small crumpled creature dangling from her jaws, and scanned the area with her emerald eyes. There, a few fox lengths away. A sparrow. It was small, barely bigger than the mouse, but it'd have to do. Without a sound, the cat dropped the mouse and moves with the stealthiness of a shadow, blending in to her surroundings until she was practically on top of the bird. It was perfect; two pieces of prey in one day. She was ready to feast.
The wind changed.
Faster than she could react, the sparrow caught her scent and shot into the sky, screeching out an alarm call. The she-cat leapt up after it, her body twisting as she tried to catch its retreating body in her paws. But it was too late. Her prey had escaped. Again. That was the third time this moon. In a blind rage, the feline turned and bit herself hard on the shoulder, before slumping down into the leaves and covering her face with her paws, her eyes screwed shut. "You idiot! she growled, nipping her forearm, "What's wrong with you? You couldn't hunt to save your life!" Shaking her head violently, the Burmese rose to her feet and padded over to her mouse. It was quite fat so that was at least an upside. Her shoulder stinging made her cringe and she turned her head to lick it. A small stream of blood trickled from the wound, which she cleaned up easily, before sitting down beside her prey. "What am I going to do with myself if I can't even hunt?" she murmured, scowling angrily.

"...Just Go To Sleep..."

Notes



Listening to: R3HAB & Deorro - Flashlight (Atik Trap Remix)


Muse:
Grumpy Equi


OOC: Hunter

Hunter

[Hunter]

Hunter pushed through some reeds, whacking them out of the way if they didn't comply, until he reached the soggy river bed, and bent down to drink. The messed up muscles on his back made weird bumps around his spine. He kept his ears perked in case another Deathclanner decided to attack him. One of the most vulnerable positions was when a cat was drinking; out in the open and their line of vision blocked, but if he didn't drink, he'd die. Living was such a pain.
The sufficiently quenched cat lifted his head and immediately smelled a sparrow. He followed it down the riverside, but a cat's scent appeared before he got there. It might be one of the higher-ups so he would have to be careful.
The sparrow sounded a warning call and flew away. Hunter watched it above the reeds and cattails, steam practically rising off him. He barreled towards the idiotic cat, planning to teach them a lesson about scaring away Deathclanners' prey, but before he became visible, he saw the cat with her teeth sunk deep in her own shoulder. Looked like she had taken care of the punishment for him. She proceeded with the verbal and physical self-abuse.
'Oh. It's one of the crazies,' Hunter thought. Yeah, all the tougher cats in Deathclan were crazy on some level, most often the sadistic level, but this was one of the crazy on the crazy level cats. He hadn't seen many of those, so he gave in to curiosity and walked calmly into the open, saying a simple, "Hi," and waiting for the reaction.

[Equinox]

"The Night is Cold..."

The pain was ebbing, the more she cleaned it, the less painful it became. There, the puncture wounds were numb now. All better. Scent? What was it? Cat. There's a cat. The Tortoiseshell's head shot up and she glared at a tom standing a few fox-lengths away, staring her down. He didn't look too threatening. He was large, yes, but his back looked sort of...injured. Either way, the she-cat wasn't too worried about being attacked. "Hi." Hi, he had said hi. A simple greeting, one that wasn't fit for this situation. The Burmese didn't want simple greeting right now. She wanted blood. Redemption. She needed to kill a sparrow. Now. And this cat was going to help her. All she needed to do was make a good impression, maybe bring out her inner flirt to get her what she wanted. Yes, this would work nicely.

Wiping the furious expression from her face and replacing it with a pretty smile and cheery mindset, the she-cat mewed happily, "Hello there, stranger. How can I help you? Actually," she added, chuckling darkly before immediately returning to her cheerful façade "the question is, how can you help me?" Still shaky on her damaged shoulder, the she-cat stood up and stared at the tom, mentally sizing him up. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Equinox. And you are?"
'Ugh, this is just painful to do' she thought, cringing mentally. 'Once I get that sparrow, I'm kicking this guy's butt and getting outta here. I already can't stand this happy attitude.'

"...Just Go To Sleep..."

Notes

Listening to: My Cat From Hell on Animal Planet

Muse:Lazy, putting off Homework because ughhhh

OOC:Hunter