Minax
Apprentice
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Post by Minax on May 21, 2016 16:13:15 GMT -6
Minax had just returned to the clearing to go back home. All he carried in his mouth was a pitiful old shrew, and Minax knew that he would go hungry again tonight. He was a terrible hunter, to say the least. He spent most of his days away from his den, trying to catch something. When he was at his hungriest, he would root through Twoleg garbage and eat their leftovers. He couldn't live like this for too much longer. ( Natalia) |
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Post by Natalia on May 24, 2016 18:17:43 GMT -6
Natalia was stretching her legs in the common clearing that Deathclanners sometimes gravitated towards.
She noticed someone new come in. It wasn't anyone she knew, anyways. He seemed vaguely miserable and thin. Hanging from his jaws was a scrawny shrew. She cocked an eyebrow. Wow. That was a really lame catch. At this rate, the tom would probably crumble to dust.
On one paw... She didn't like cats. On the other paw, that conversation with Jude got her thinking. Well... It couldn't hurt to try... Be friendly? She wasn't sure she really knew how that sort of thing worked. She'd been pushing cats away for as long as she could remember. Um.
Best to start trying?
She got to her paws and walked up to the tom. "That's a really scrawny piece of prey. Kinda like you." She meowed, internally wincing, realizing it probably came out pretty rude.
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