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Post by sugar on Apr 11, 2023 2:07:36 GMT
The days were hot - especially in her thick, long fur - but Dog simply adjusted her life to work around the inconvenience. In the dark of night, the moon above her, she crouched under the pine trees and waited with barely maintained patience. Sitting around was not Dog's idea of a good time but she was hungry and she had failed her last few hunts. Impatience had bested her over and over again and she would not be without any longer. She could control her wiggling if she really tried and she did - still as the wooden furinture of her old home. Her white glowed faintly but it was not overpowering, easily excused a trick of the shadow. Her eyes glinted green but she did not move them about to attract any attention.
She just waited.
Finally, a mouse - likely just as tired of the heat as she - made its way from the grasses to the base of a pine. It scurried along, its small body darting about with purpose, seeking food just as she was. Either she would feed or neither of them would. Her paws shifted silently and she was careful to keep her tail elevated (a mistake she had made many times before). It scurried closer, unaware of her, and though Dog wanted to leap on it she held steady. Closer it scurried, pausing to dig in the dirt for a few agonizing seconds, before it continued toward her.
She leaped.
Her paws pinned it, claws unsheathed as she felt it's small body writhe beneath her. Careful not to let it go, she clumsily delivered a killing bite. It tasted delicious. Without much fanfare, she began to scarf it down, tingling with pride and a self-satisfied grin on her face.
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Post by Muffin on Apr 15, 2023 18:59:30 GMT
The gentleness of the night had long set in, owls crying out, crickets chirping, yet Norman was still as restless as he was that early morning. His journey through the Pine Forest had been interrupted by Sunhigh. His thick, reddish coat made him pant more than one mightβve normally, deciding to sleep until the coolness of night came. Now with the only light coming from the moon and Silverpelt, he quickly trotted through the forest. Dark yellow eyes landed upon a black and white cat, who looked busy eating. They looked a couple of moons older than he was. Norman had not seen another cat in a while, and curiosity held him captive. The young tom hasted forward without thought, βHello, I am Norman, and who are you?β
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