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Post by Mousefire on Aug 29, 2008 23:35:47 GMT -5
Stalker jumped over the fence, still unlucky in his search for squirrels. Suddenly he saw a chipmunk a couple mouselengths away. Finally! he thought. He quickly ducked into the grass, making sure it hadn't seen him, and slowly stalked towards it. He could see it nibbling on it's acorn, completly oblivious to its surroundings. The chipmunk looked up, hearing something. Now. He leaped into the air, yowling as he outstreched his claws. The chipmunk tried to dart away, but Stalker was there first, piercing it with his claws. He laughed as it started flicking around on the grass, trying to get away from this cat. No chance. He swiped his claws around and pierced it again, making it's wound worse. He became elated at the dying creatures helpless attempts to survive, to escape his grasp. He slashed his claws at it happily, reducing it to very little. It twitched it tail desperatly, at one last attempt to make it, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. He started to laugh, to laugh at the wounded creature, its harmlessness. It would never see its family again, just him and the evil kitty. He smiled, feeling lightheaded, as it gave a last few twitches of its tail.
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Post by .Whitey. on Aug 31, 2008 10:09:11 GMT -5
A pair of luminos yellow eyes lit up from the glazed windows. Don't you knowo not to kill on other cats territories? a hostile she-cat voice mrrowed And not to steal? she stepped out of the shade and stared at the tom in front of her who was savagely clawing at the remains of a peaceful chipmunk.
The tall and midnight black she-cat hand a long spindling tail, that was black as night. Titch peered down at the tom younger than him and narrowed her eyes. Her tail flicked sidewards and back the other way.
ooc;; no muse whatsoever today, sorry!
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 1, 2008 6:46:22 GMT -5
Steal! he hisssed, turning towards her, still a little air headed. When did I steal anything! He turned towards the cat, teeth slightly bared. Who ever said I was taking this thing home?
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Post by .Whitey. on Sept 3, 2008 12:16:54 GMT -5
Titch's tail twitched slightly. She stared straight through Stalker, Would you mind? Your blocking my shaft of sun, no wait I forgot! Your ment to do that aren't you. What with your plentyful prey. . . she jibed at the tom hoping to send him down an even darker mood. She could defend herself, and if worst came to worst, her bulky brother, Scruff would be able to watch her back. I wonder if he kills all his prey like that. Didn't you know? The blood of the the prey is the most succulent part? she asked icily, It's a pity you wasted it!
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 3, 2008 17:12:47 GMT -5
Oh, SO-RRY I blocked your sun! he yowled sarcasticly, scooting over. He gave her a grossed out look. What kind of cat eats chipmunks? he asked her disgustingly. Killing, yes. Eating, no. He gave a shudder at the thought. Why, do you not like your twolegs?he asked jeeringly, flicking his tail at her. His green eyes gazed rudely.
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