Post by raggedclaws on Jan 29, 2011 13:18:55 GMT -5
Snarling, the young fox cub lunged for his leg with small, sharp fangs, its pointed muzzle snapping like a two-leg dog. Golden irises glinted in the eyes of the ebony tom; he lifted his paw in a whipping motion and sent it spinning back into the trees violently, hitting it with a startled yelp. A flash of ginger fur caught his eye as he turned and he realised that the cub was still trying to attack him, and with a snort of contempt, he batted it onto the ground with a paw and pinned it down. Writing beneath the CelestialClan Warrior, the fox let out a series of sharp yaps and whines as it tried to break free from his grip. Bending down to the baby fox cub, he said roughly,
“Get lost.”
Releasing it, the fox cub dashed away into the trees and vanished, leaving the massive black tom alone. Growling darkly with impatience, he turned to return to camp, his tail flicking behind him angrily. Boredom and disinterest filled his eyes as he pushed back into the camp. Shivers rippled through the earth as he thumped down on his rump, digging his claws into the earth for a heartbeat to stretch his paws. Questions rushed through his mind about who his next opponent would be and he snorted, lowering himself onto the ground and eyeing the fresh kill pile with a dark expression on his face. Half closed golden irises scanned the prey there and, thumping his tail against the earth, he noticed the reek of squirrel.
Slowly he got up again, almost invisible in the night blacks around him, and pushed over the moon-blessed earth to knock it off of the top. Instead, he picked out a plump piece of prey from just under it and muttered something inaudible before he returned to his position and crunched into its weak flesh. Flavours seeped over his taste buds, making his nose wrinkle in disgust. Why had he chosen the mouse? It tasted worse than the stuff he used to eat in the streets. Grunting, he swallowed it down before he let his head fall onto his paws. Obviously the gargantuan tom was unable to fit into the Warriors Den. Glancing at the small entrance; he noted with boredom that the first time he had tried, he had almost dragged the den down with him, causing a lot of damage. Despite the fact he had got inside afterward, there had been no room for him to sleep anywhere amongst the Warriors, so he had grown accustomed to sleeping outside.
Finishing his ‘meal’, he gathered the bones from the mouse and tossed it into a hole before sweeping dust over it with his tail. Massive scarring over his left eye parted his fur, and the ones over his legs became visible as the cold wind blew against him. Scars that no cat had ever seen before, scars that marked him of his past and told the tales of survival that he had endured. Rising off of the ground, he stared down at the markings, which became clearer and then completely visible. Golden eyes stared around the camp and he narrowed his eyes slightly...
OoC; Word count: 533
“Get lost.”
Releasing it, the fox cub dashed away into the trees and vanished, leaving the massive black tom alone. Growling darkly with impatience, he turned to return to camp, his tail flicking behind him angrily. Boredom and disinterest filled his eyes as he pushed back into the camp. Shivers rippled through the earth as he thumped down on his rump, digging his claws into the earth for a heartbeat to stretch his paws. Questions rushed through his mind about who his next opponent would be and he snorted, lowering himself onto the ground and eyeing the fresh kill pile with a dark expression on his face. Half closed golden irises scanned the prey there and, thumping his tail against the earth, he noticed the reek of squirrel.
Slowly he got up again, almost invisible in the night blacks around him, and pushed over the moon-blessed earth to knock it off of the top. Instead, he picked out a plump piece of prey from just under it and muttered something inaudible before he returned to his position and crunched into its weak flesh. Flavours seeped over his taste buds, making his nose wrinkle in disgust. Why had he chosen the mouse? It tasted worse than the stuff he used to eat in the streets. Grunting, he swallowed it down before he let his head fall onto his paws. Obviously the gargantuan tom was unable to fit into the Warriors Den. Glancing at the small entrance; he noted with boredom that the first time he had tried, he had almost dragged the den down with him, causing a lot of damage. Despite the fact he had got inside afterward, there had been no room for him to sleep anywhere amongst the Warriors, so he had grown accustomed to sleeping outside.
Finishing his ‘meal’, he gathered the bones from the mouse and tossed it into a hole before sweeping dust over it with his tail. Massive scarring over his left eye parted his fur, and the ones over his legs became visible as the cold wind blew against him. Scars that no cat had ever seen before, scars that marked him of his past and told the tales of survival that he had endured. Rising off of the ground, he stared down at the markings, which became clearer and then completely visible. Golden eyes stared around the camp and he narrowed his eyes slightly...
OoC; Word count: 533
