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Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 11, 2018 2:38:05 GMT -5
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HEMLOCK FOREST scout superior limavady
He stepped on it and extended his claws. The mushroom was perhaps three or four times larger than his paw. He'd never seen one so big. Perhaps it was poisonous, perhaps it wasn't... No, no. Better safe than sorry. Limavady pulled his nose away and kept sniffing for something else to devour. He brushed his tail along the tall hemlock trees as he passed, marking the area with a faint trace of his scent. He was a proud tom. His sense of companionship with The Regiment made him feel invincible in his own little world. He was Scout Superior, after all. Who better than he to catch a rabbit or, better yet, a she-cat? He could chuckle at himself for being so charming. He paused to look at himself in a puddle. A brow raised and his sly smile took its practiced pose. No, you've got to be more relaxed! He corrected himself, then, once that ninety degree tilt was in check, winked at his sexy face. "Hmhmhm.. Yes. There you are."
A crow cawed at him from above. Limavady drew his green eyes from the puddle to the branches and heavy gloom hovering overhead. The bird eyed him and continued to yell at him relentlessly. For probably no reason whatsoever. Why do they do this. Why. Irritated, Limavady moved along.
His interest peeked when he found something far more interesting than a mouse. Another feline was near. Unidentified Feline Outcast. His spine prickled and his eyes widened. He found pawprints in the mud, carelessly left behind. There were still parts of this wide open forest that were unbeknownst to him, and this particular part was one of them. Slowly and quietly he began to pursue the scent. Where would it be taking him?
The crow that the Scout Superior had had his gaze set on flew north, towards the pawprints he recently discovered. The black bird landed far into the distance, barely visible. Another black figure, not much larger than the bird itself soon crept behind it with silent footprints and snatched the bird into its mouth.
Clover had been hunting for hours. She was still not yet fully accustomed to the ways of the wild. It was not too long ago that she had lost her human, Olivia. After months of staying next to her lifeless body, Clover ventured into the forest. She found peace there. She had mostly been living off of various berries and mushrooms.
"Goddess, I thank you for this Crow's sacrifice. Bless its soul as it has blessed me. Blessed be." She prayed, closing her green eyes as she thanks the creature for providing for her survival.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 12, 2018 14:40:10 GMT -5
Green eyes peered at the she-cat from a few mere fox-lengths away. He kept quiet and he never misplaced his paws. Who was she? Why was she here? Limavady wasn't much of a fighter, and anyway it wasn't appropriate to barge in on a lady. He always took the more subtle approach, and though he'd never admit it, he was shy too. So he kept his position hidden and his eyes sharp. Perhaps she was more evil than her gentle presence let on, and so he would watch until he felt comfortable.
Clover opened her eyes and inhaled the scent of she fresh-kill; however, another scent filled her nostrils. Her nose detected another cat.
Fear struck her body. The last time she had encountered another cat, she discovered she was trespassing on sacred grounds. She was afraid others might not be so kind. The black she-cat looked around in an attempt to get visuals on the potentially dangerous individual, holding the crow in her jaws.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 13, 2018 0:13:30 GMT -5
He held his breath, his tail close... and waited. He hadn't intended to be scented so soon. It seemed this one had a sharp nose. He'd allow a few moments to pass, but he wouldn't let her get away. This was a test of nerve, and he wasn't willing to pass up the opportunity to check her temperament. Would she flee? Would she yowl into the trees? His ears had slowly flattened over his head and he sunk lower into a hunter's crouch. His heart was pumping so fast that he couldn't help himself. Perhaps he should scare the living daylights out of her. A small smirk crossed his features with the idea, but he held his pose for the perfect shot.
The she-cat continued to stay still as she weighted her options. She eventually decided that staying in her current spot wasn't ideal. She had no idea the kind of danger the other cat might possess. Clover fled with the crow clenched between her jaws. She ran north towards her home. She sprinted as fast as she could, not daring to look behind her. She crossed the broken bridge across the lake that led to the mossy cave she dwelt. Clover laid down inside of the cave and began to drink from the waterfall inside, dehydrated from the run.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 20, 2018 19:14:28 GMT -5
From approximately 30 yards away, his keen green eyes peered into the cave through shadowy branches of a hemlock tree. He'd never seen this part of the territory before, though he wasn't sure how. He knew what lay to the east; a small lake that harbored bass and an absurd number of bullfrogs. More north stood a cabin, though he had never been brave enough to go near, and then it would be BrookClan's border. To the west grew a thick, dark forest, namely uncharted territory.
He squinted at the crow, then sized up the she-cat. She didn't look like a fighter. "Looks like we got a weasel in the sack, Shaky." He murmured in a low growl to the squirrel stuck under his paw. It shivered terribly in its fear, but made no attempts to flee or scream. Limavady chuckled when he looked down at him. "What? Cat got your tongue?" The squirrel's beady eyes stared at nothing but perhaps his life flashing before them. Whimsically, he set the poor thing free. "It's your lucky day. I've got a bigger fiend to catch." He watched it not know what to do with itself for a moment before it realized it's freedom and darted away. A sick grin found form on his face. He never grew tired of terrorizing his prey. It was just... so hilarious.
Sighing, he checked the skies. Still just as muddy and grey. It might rain soon enough, but it was hard to say for sure. He was glad it had held back in order for him to find his criminal. He looked down, pinpointed a spot on the ground, then gracefully fell. He landed naturally, and his light-weighted bones didn't betray him. The moss of the area allowed him to land softly and silently, just as he knew it would. Closer and closer he crept to the cave until he was just a mere fox-length or two away. Feeling bolder, he slipped out of the bracken and into the dismal light.
