Post by Demon on Nov 12, 2014 6:23:07 GMT -6
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The gray scared she-cat walked along the edge of the mucky polluted swamp as she gazed at the sparkling silver moon begin to tale over the bright sky with the dark night trailing with it. Grunting, she thought with content, Ah yes, night is always the best time to go and see what's going on in the forest. Her eyes glanced around her territory scanning the swamp for any signs of movement as she began to walk deeper into the night. She had recently joined this group of cats which called themselves Deathclan she had to admit that they impressed her... Most of them that is, there were always those cats which didn't belong. Those were the cats she hated with all of her soul.
As her paws touched the soft dirty moss, she scrunched up her face, she hated getting her paws muddy as much as the next cat. She bent her neck to reach down and lick her paws clean. She tasted the foul mud on her tough and thought, It will take me moons to get this flavor out of my mouth! As she finished her quick paw cleaning, she sniffed the moss which smiled almost as bad as crow food on a warm summer day. Maybe this place isn't as good as I thought it was a few moments ago. She was still wondering if she had made the right choice to leave her "home" on such short notice without even asking the cats that offered her to join their group what their territory was like. No, stop thinking those kinds of things, you should be grateful for what they offered. She paused in her thoughts and laughed in her mind,What am I saying? These cats don't need my thanks. They most likely just need more paws in their group. Oh well.
She padded further until she noticed it was complete pitch black. A smirk formed on her face and she Dropped into a hunting crouch as her nose picked up the smell of a frog. Stalking forward she narrowed her amber eyes and watched it, careful not to make any sudden noises that might scare it off. As she noticed it was now or never she leaped with a fierce yowl and crushed it, watching it struggle only made her feel better but she had to end it's life some time or another so she bite hard into it's slimy neck and watched the struggling end. Proud of her easy kill she found a place by a willow tree to hide her prey. She kicked dirt up on it and patted it down gently with her tail. As she began to walk off she heard a sound which looked as if it was coming from the bushes. Her eyes squinting she caught a flash of the cats pelt color as it dashed around. She stepped forward and asked, her gray chin high, "And who might you be? Find it funny to stalk a cat as if it was prey did you?" Her voice growled with anger, what she hated more than missing a piece of prey was being followed by a cat which thought they could track her and get away with it. She stared them in the eye, or at least what she thought was the eye because it was hard to make out the cats figure in the dark. For once the night was not on her side, Well I can't expect it to help me especially when I'm dealing with a good for nothing cat which needs to be taught a lesson, but I must give them credit for their tracking skills, I was moving quite quickly.
The gray scared she-cat walked along the edge of the mucky polluted swamp as she gazed at the sparkling silver moon begin to tale over the bright sky with the dark night trailing with it. Grunting, she thought with content, Ah yes, night is always the best time to go and see what's going on in the forest. Her eyes glanced around her territory scanning the swamp for any signs of movement as she began to walk deeper into the night. She had recently joined this group of cats which called themselves Deathclan she had to admit that they impressed her... Most of them that is, there were always those cats which didn't belong. Those were the cats she hated with all of her soul.
As her paws touched the soft dirty moss, she scrunched up her face, she hated getting her paws muddy as much as the next cat. She bent her neck to reach down and lick her paws clean. She tasted the foul mud on her tough and thought, It will take me moons to get this flavor out of my mouth! As she finished her quick paw cleaning, she sniffed the moss which smiled almost as bad as crow food on a warm summer day. Maybe this place isn't as good as I thought it was a few moments ago. She was still wondering if she had made the right choice to leave her "home" on such short notice without even asking the cats that offered her to join their group what their territory was like. No, stop thinking those kinds of things, you should be grateful for what they offered. She paused in her thoughts and laughed in her mind,What am I saying? These cats don't need my thanks. They most likely just need more paws in their group. Oh well.
She padded further until she noticed it was complete pitch black. A smirk formed on her face and she Dropped into a hunting crouch as her nose picked up the smell of a frog. Stalking forward she narrowed her amber eyes and watched it, careful not to make any sudden noises that might scare it off. As she noticed it was now or never she leaped with a fierce yowl and crushed it, watching it struggle only made her feel better but she had to end it's life some time or another so she bite hard into it's slimy neck and watched the struggling end. Proud of her easy kill she found a place by a willow tree to hide her prey. She kicked dirt up on it and patted it down gently with her tail. As she began to walk off she heard a sound which looked as if it was coming from the bushes. Her eyes squinting she caught a flash of the cats pelt color as it dashed around. She stepped forward and asked, her gray chin high, "And who might you be? Find it funny to stalk a cat as if it was prey did you?" Her voice growled with anger, what she hated more than missing a piece of prey was being followed by a cat which thought they could track her and get away with it. She stared them in the eye, or at least what she thought was the eye because it was hard to make out the cats figure in the dark. For once the night was not on her side, Well I can't expect it to help me especially when I'm dealing with a good for nothing cat which needs to be taught a lesson, but I must give them credit for their tracking skills, I was moving quite quickly.
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