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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Aug 16, 2007 15:00:11 GMT -5
Blackjack's head twitched silently, ears flicking a horse fly off her pelt. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, like rolling waves in an ocean. Her breathing was steady, only the tiniest murmur escaping her through her dainty mouth. Then, a sudden sound pierced the heavy stillness of the air, a bird greeting the early morning sun. Blackjack lazily opened one amber eye, anger flashing in it at the bird that had roused her from deep sleep. She yawned once, showing off her sharp, merciless teeth. One black paw stretched, and her other limbs soon followed suit. With a small grunt, she heaved herself up onto all for legs and stretched her back out. Plopping very ungracefully onto the ground, she yawned again, still tired from her late night hunting last night. She glanced about with her amber eyes, never once moving her head. Gaze fell upon a plump starling, and she relished the memories of the hunt and catch. "Perhaps I shall catch another one today," she murmured softly to herself.
{Please, i know it's rusty, but anyone feel free to join, 'specially dessie, kash, and middenendums, since she already knows your charries.}
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 16, 2007 19:15:03 GMT -5
OOC: Dessie hasn't been on in like six months... anyway, may I join with a loner?
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Aug 17, 2007 11:24:19 GMT -5
(OOC: I know, but if she magically appears here... but of course cindy!)
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Post by berrypaw on Aug 25, 2007 14:03:59 GMT -5
Cobalt padded cautiously near the edge of the cliff, well aware that he was on another cat's territory. Impatient, he pushed the thought away again with a mental shrug. Since when do I care? I didn't even know any cats' had their own territories 'til a couple of days ago. I'm not about to go all the way around and change something I've been doing for moons just 'cause of somethin like that. But that didn't mean he couldn't be careful. Cobalt kept his ears pricked as he padded forward further along the cliff. He started to glance out at the few from the cliff, then tensed. The scent around him had gotten stronger. The dark gray loner stopped and lowered into crouch, hoping he was upwind of the other cat he knew must be nearby.
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Aug 26, 2007 11:30:40 GMT -5
Instantly, her ears pricked, and she opened her maw, scenting a new cat. It was only the faintest trace, and there was not much wind today, so pinpointing it's exact location was near to impossible. Perhaps it's a kittypet, or some lost loner thinking it's okay to intrude on my territory. Well it's not! Blackjack thought to herself. "Who goes there?" She demanded, showing off glistening fangs. She sprang to her paws and growled softly. "Come out, I won't hurt you." She purred, taking on a new tone. "Yet." She murmured softly to herself. Blackjack sprang softly onto the top of a large brown stone next to the enterance to her cave. Eventually they'll come, curiousity is not something to be beaten.
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Post by berrypaw on Aug 26, 2007 15:09:05 GMT -5
Cobalt winced at the sound of the other cat's voice. So much for avoiding notice, he thought sarcastically. At least the other cat hadn't jumped on him yet. They were far enough away that they probably hadn't seen him or heard him, or their voice would be getting closer. So that meant scent. Thank you, wind. Cobalt held absolutely still, breathing so slightly that he could not be heard more than a few pawsteps away. "Come out, I won't hurt you." he mocked. Yeah right. Cobalt snorted mentally. Like I'd fall for that.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 5, 2007 19:57:47 GMT -5
The bright sun floated high overhead, casting small shadows on whatever was in its path. A light flurry passed through the nearly barren land as light pawsteps filtered through the near deathly silence. The Earth seemed to be holding its breath as the black she-cat picked her way through the rocky land towards the cliff where she had once called home. A strong prey-scent filled her slightly gaped jaws, making her mouth fill with water, but on the other hand, she didn’t feel it right to hunt on this particular territory. Chai was astounded by this thought; she could do what she wanted! She followed the scent far from where she had been walking, leading her to just a little ways from the den where her old friend resided. She stopped suddenly, drinking in another whiff of the scent. It was stale! The she-cat grunted in pure disgust and decided to give up on catching herself a meal. She turned and followed a trail of paw prints that led up to the mouth of the dark den.
Blackjack? The inquiry slipped through her jaws as she spotted the ebony feline.
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