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Post by CreativeFyre on Aug 11, 2020 18:35:04 GMT -5
A large brown tabby tomcat hummed to himself as he trotted along. The sun was warm and the sky was blue. Why wouldn't Hamilton be happy today? Hamilton wasn't to sure where he was going today, but he was excited to see where his paws carried him today.
Hawkstorm crouched, whiskers twitching and mouth slightly agape, scenting for prey in the area. His ears swiveled as he heard a slight rustle in the undergrowth near him. He crept closer, silent paws drawing him towards his target. The young rabbit was only a few feet away now. He inhaled quietly, his muscles tensing as he prepared to pounce. Suddenly the young rabbit jolted to attention, something had startled it. Hawkstorm knew his opportunity had passed, but he sprung forward anyways, swiping out in vain at the now fleeing rabbit.
"Mouse-dung!" He exclaimed, huffing his annoyance as he turned towards the sound that had startled away his lunch. He caught sight of a large tabby tom humming and ambling along with seemingly no care in the world. Hawkstorm was immediately on alert, if he hadn't been so engrossed in his hunt he would have smelled the other cat approaching. Breathing in he scented no clan and relaxed, but only slightly. If there was one thing he had learned in his many moons away from clan life, it was that rogues were very unpredictable.
"Well, you owe me a rabbit." Hawkstorm grumbled, stepping to intercept the other toms path. He kept a safe distance, close enough to converse but still far enough that he could make a quick escape if needed. His head was held high, claws sheathed as he stood, tail flicking with a touch of annoyance at his lost meal.
