A nice, fat, rabbit. (Open) (Toms only)

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Flame prowled into the clearing, her movements quick and silent. A plump rabbit hobbled in front of him, limping because of an injured leg. Flame crouched down, her belly almost touching the ground, and leapt. She stretched out her claws as she landed a whisker away from the rabbit, and reached out to claw it's sides. The rabbit squealed with agony and struggling to run away; though all it could manage was a few rabbit hops from Flame. Flame pinned a paw over it's tail, cocking her head thoughtfully.
"One could almost feel sorry for it." she meowed out loud, her tone wistful and distant, watching the rabbit try to escape. The fear in the animal's eyes was unmistakable, and Flame could hear a rapid beating of a tiny heart. Her green eyes never left her prey, even when she heard a rustle. She flicked her ears and called out,
"Who is it?"

[Ospreypaw]

Anarchy sat watching the tribe with watchful eyes. It wasn't even his shift but yet he knew that another guardian wouldn't hurt. There'd been odd scents around the border and leading into the camp. He'd scented Ragabash along with the odd scent, but he didn't think much of it. Soon, flashes of orange flickered in his vision and he glanced over, seeing an orange hunter catching a crippled rabbit. Yet, instead of catching and killing, it watched the paniced prey. The grey striped tom stepped up behind the orange hunter.

"I may not be a hunter, but i'm certain you're supposed to kill the prey." He meowed, slashing the rabbits throat open.

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Flame turned her dark grey heard to look at the tom, raising her orange paws to pull the rabbit towards herself.
"Oh, yes, I know that." She unsheathed her claws and slid them gently through the rabbit's fur, parting the fur but not piercing it's flesh.
"I was just going to have a little fun with it."
The she-cat shrugged.
"Too late for that. What's your name?"

[Ospreypaw]

Anarchy rolled his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath. What a way to disrespect the ancestors. He flicked a grey ear and sat down, examining the blood spatters on his white paw tips.

"Im Anarchy of the Dusk. A guardian of the tribe." He meowed, unimpressed with the orange hunters words.

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Flame flicked her tail to acknowledge the tom's words and dipped her head to him.
"I'm Flame of the Tiger. Nice to meet you." She meowed, forcing her paw under the rabbit and flinging it up to her mout, where she grabbed it by the scruff.
"Have you been here long?"

[Ospreypaw]

Anarchy nodded and started walked a few steps. He listened and flicked his ears. Been here long? He was a tribe born.

"Ive been here since I was birthed." He meowed, flicking his tail nonchalantly, "Youself?"

[red]

Red was dozing in a corner russet fur rising and falling.

[Cloverstar]

red, this thread is from 2014. Please don't bump old threads.