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Post by Solaris on Apr 22, 2023 23:17:01 GMT
Day 19 of Fire Moon 2021 Rumble Over A Rabbit Fire Moon 2021 Day 19 | Greenleaf
Vulture has a spat over a piece of fresh-kill with a stranger.
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Post by Solaris on Apr 22, 2023 23:18:14 GMT
Fire 19, 2021 | azcometHis eyes were locked on the opposing hunter, his jaws gripping the rabbit’s neck, he felt the drip of blood runs down its previously pristine brown fur, even staining his own mouth with red. Yet, he didn’t flinch from the oozing sensation, instead, his paws bore harder into the ground, puffing out his fur in a bristle.
“I caught the rabbit first!” Vulture snarled.
The conflict itself started when he saw a rabbit bounding down the hill, an easy picking for him as its attention was dashed elsewhere. It ran right into his paws, to which he ended its life with a swift bite. Ut when he looked up, he saw a stranger appearing from the hillside as well. Approaching him, closer and closer than before. He froze when he realized the stranger’s interest was on HIS rabbit.
And thus, he was caught up in this stand-off—one in which he opened to win.
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Post by azcomet on May 2, 2023 19:42:40 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] Strength It wasn’t often that Briar ventured to the moors. It just so happened that she had seen a particularly plump piece of prey there today. She had licked her lips hungrily at the sight. She gave chase to it not long after, bounding across the plains in an attempt to catch up with the rabbit. She’d been so caught up in her chase that she hadn’t even noticed the scent of another cat in the air.
Briar only realized that the brown tom was present when he dispatched her rabbit with his jaws. The sight of the prey held tightly in the brown tom’s jaws sent her blood into a boil. She approached the tom, fur already bristled and fangs bared. “You only caught it because I was chasing it!” she spat out angrily.
Briar circles around the tom, her amber eyes flashing all the while. “I’d suggest you give me my damn rabbit, unless you want to get hurt.” the words are an icy snarl as they leave her mouth. Her claws flex into the plain’s dirt, anticipating the tom’s response.
There was no way she was giving up the prey after she had worked so hard trying to catch it.
ruh roh raggy
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Post by Solaris on May 31, 2023 0:03:36 GMT
Fire 19, 2021 | azcomet He snarled over his rightful rabbit, almost poised to pounce right on the stranger, his pressed shoulders, and his glaring gaze narrowed into slits. But he studied the stranger for a good, long moment, considering with the twitch of his tail, and wondered whether this would be a battle worth picking at. The rumble of his stomach, the gnaw of hunger, and the maddening heat of the tireless sun convinced him that the answer was a resounding yes. He bit harder into the rabbit’s soft fur, feeling its juices seep into his mouth, tantalizing like the taste of honey.
But it was better than honey. It was blood.
He moved slowly, bowing his head to let go of the rabbit, seeming as if he were giving up his claim to the prey. When it fell to the ground, he hung his head for a moment, and then sprung to life. A shine went through his eyes, and his maw opened with a salivating pant. His fangs were stained red.
He leaped at the stranger, claws unsheathed and ready to shred.
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