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She was a strange silhouette under the crimson moon, her white fur awash with a pale red as she picked her way through the woods with her strange lopsided gait. The forest was eerily quiet around here tonight, and it made her a little uneasy. Carvedsnow stopped and lifted her muzzle, inhaling deeply. There, her muzzle picked up on a scent that explained the strange silence around her: a fox was nearby.
Carvedsnow paused and rotated in a slow circle, her whiskers flaring as she looked for the predator. I hope no one else is nearby.
Unfortunately for the small she-cat she wasn't alone, though the cat following her made no attempts to make himself known as he hid himself in the near by bushes. If she had been facing him, she would of seen his gleaming yellow eyes watching her but she wasn't. With a devious grin the tom would step back, snapping a twig in the process. Should Carvedsnow turn in the direction of the sound she would do so just in time to see a glimpse of a red pelted creature disappear into another nearby bush.
She listened carefully until a twig snapped behind her. Carvedsnow's ears flattened warily as she shifted to face back, catching the flash of russet fur as a low rumble built in her throat. She had to fight back the growl, not wanting to alert the predator to her presence if it didn't know she was here... though it was unlikely that it could pass by so close yet be unaware.
She started to back away carefully, measuring the distance between her and the bushes and any potential safety routes she could find. Carvedsnow wasn't a quick runner and she preferred not to climb trees, but she might not have the luxury of choice today.
The small white and black she-cat would only take a few steps back before bumping into something something solid enough that it didn't budge when she backed into it, but plush enough to feel soft to the touch. Bearing down at her was a pair of dark yellow eyes. back lit by the moon's bright red hue the only thing she would be able to make of the figure was that it was definitely feline.. A set of huge teeth just as yellow grinned down at her. The silhouette of a cat tilted it's head, in mild curiosity. "MY, MY, MY DEAR! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE HAD QUITE THE FRIGHT!" Alastor shouted, the amusement clear in his tone.
Her ears flattened as she backed into something too soft to be a tree and too solid to be a bush. She whipped around with her head held high and the short fur upon her spine beginning to bristle, a light snarl contorting her lips. Carvedsnow was prepared to claw his eyes out until she recognized her clanmate's voice, and then she was only more tempted.
"Oh, it's you," she muttered, her fur starting to flatten. "What was that for?"
"I Was bored! why else!?" Alastor flashed her a wide toothy grin, a deep purr of amusement rumbling in his his chest, fueled by the look of anger in her eyes and how she stayed poised, ready to strike him. "Tell me my dear! Why are you so jumpy in your own territory? You're not afraid of the dark are you?" he cooed, crouching down so that he was at eye level with the small she-cat. "You look about as petrified as a mouse in a trap."
She scowled. “Scared of the dark, that’s funny, I haven’t heard that one before.” Her father, Snowshod, had been terrified of the dark when he was young. She had been picked on more than once by cats who thought she inherited his cowardice. “Find a new joke.” She brushed past him and continued on her hunt.
