Just A Little Stroll [Diamondleaf :3]

[Miss Midnight||]

A dark form moved along against the white-planked fences of the two-legged place, amber eyes glittering fiercely in the gathering moonlight that bathed the tom’s matted tortoiseshell coat. He peeked into one of the many gardens, growling when the unbelievable stench of flora flooded into his nostrils. He spat distastefully and squeezed his large frame between two of the planks, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the strong scent of the flowers. Phobia pushed his way out of the neatly placed flora and into the clean expanse of green that most likely homed some weakling kitty-pet. He caressed his chops with a rough tongue and crept forward, there was something about a two-leg’s den that just made him on edge. The multi-colored tom sniffed the earth below him cautiously, suddenly perking his head up at the scent of a mouse near by. He spotted it almost instantly, the brown vermin making its way along the opposite fence. Phobia crouched down low and stalked forward, his fiery pools glinting predatorily and then he sprang forward, hooking the mouse by his long, unkempt talons and tossed to the other side of his own body. He swiftly made a dive for the wounded prey and sunk his discolored fangs into the juicy flesh. The large tom growled in satisfaction at his kill and pulled a generous amount of meat from its stomach area, swallowing it whole as his tongue swept over his maw once more. He wasn’t paticularily pleased by the size of his kill, but there wasn’t exactly a nice, tasty kitten near by for him to feed on, so the mouse would hold him over.

[//Diamonte . x]

Marijuana of the SilverKnives sniffed the air silently. he could smell another cat near by and it wasn't freindly. This guy was mean. Marijuana sneered and padded silently into the range of the cat. Maybe this was an opportunity to fight. He ducked low under a branch and then jumped up and few rocks and onto a branch, above andslightly in front of Phobia.

"Yo, wassup?" he growled.

He lifted his head so his spiked collar could be shown.

[Miss Midnight||]

Phobia stiffened slightly at the voice, his mouth twisting into a scowl as he glanced upward, towards the owner. The tortoiseshell sheathed and unsheathed his claws, eyeing the kitty-pet suspiciously as he raised in eyebrow as if he were curious to what it wanted. The tom took the degutted vermin below him and kicked it aside with a paw, amber eyes never leaving the other. Hey, kitty. Came his hoarse voice, the words cracking in the cool night air from his lack of speech.

[//Diamonte . x]

Marijuana smiled.

"Hey yourself," he answered in a more freindly voice.
The dark tabby sat up properly and surveyed the cat and his eaten prey.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to try and steal it. I've hunted today already." he said.
"The name's Marijuana. What's yours?"

[Miss Midnight||]

The tom snickered in a wheezing way, narrowing his glittering hues dangerously. Don't flatter yourself. I would never expect the likes of you dare take a meal from me, kitty. I was simply finished with it, I don't like mice. Phobia growled, a crooked grin of off-white teeth spread across his jaws. He wasn't going to just go out and say that he actually ate other felines on a daily basis, wouldn't want to scare the kitty-pet from his grasp. I'm Phobia. The large-built loner introduced himself. It's really no surprise that you haven't heard of me, punk. You kitty-pets don't get out enough. He mused aloud.

[//Diamonte . x]

"I not exactly i kitty-pet." explained Marijuana, "Plus, I've just got here, The Silver Knives moved in two nights ago, so I'm just exploring. And it's true, mice get boring after a while. What do you like to eat instead? Rabbits and that sort?" he asked.

Marijuana was playing it slightly innocent and kind, he didn't want a fiht, not right now anyway.

[//Diamonte . x]

((Ahem, Mids, Are we going to continue this at all?))