Panthera Island - Tiger RP - Needs More Members...

[The Lost Gremlin]

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[apathy,]

Ѵιʌαитɛ Ѧσятɛ αи∂ Ѧιƨтακɛƨ αяɛ Ѧα∂ɛ
Ƨωɛɛт αи∂ Єʌιℓ, αяɛ иσω Ƨιвℓιиɢƨ

Jagger and Mistakes made their way around their large territory.. Cake wished Jay would have cubs, so he could have some of his own one day, but he was to lazy to take care of them.. Are you going hunting, or me? The female hissed, her tail flicking from side to side slowly. Cake shrugged. I can. Go be lazy somewhere else. He hissed playfully, once she glared at him, he darted towards the area where the herd of deer was..

He needed something to pick out, his ears twitched, while his black and white eye color skimmed the area. Tigers weren't that fast, so he couldn't go after a heathly one. A sick one could get him sick... which could kill him. While he scanned the area, he soon stalked into the orange and yellow grass which made his pelt blend in, being unseen. He soon stumbled on a dead carcass. He smirked, sniffing it, then chewing on one of the legs.

Once he had his fill, he needed to hunt for his sister. He noticed a sick deer laying down, he stalked until the deer smelt him and started to get up. He growled and started to run, making the deer gallop, even though the deer was sick, it could still run fast. They came to the river, once the deer jumped in, he jumped on the deers back. His fangs digging into the neck, making blood swim down the river...

After that, he started to drag the dead deer back to his territory.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Tip continued to lurk just within the boundaries of the Grasslands, keeping her strawberry gold and white body beneath the grassline. Her pelt was a deeper shade than that of the wheaten grass so she had to ensure that her movements were stealthy and silent. In the air she could just detect the scent of two other tigers - a male and female - but judging by the faintness... they were a reasonable way off from her.

After some time she couldn't bear it any longer. She stepped forward, trying to keep her eagerness hidden, and began to search out possible hunt sights. Constantly she tasted the air for scents and kept her eyes peeled for any signs of a territorial claim - an extra precaution in case she were to stumble into another's land. She was afraid of being confronted by another tiger, however when she is as weak from hunger as she is, avoiding a territorial tiger or tigeress seemed the smartest thing to do.

[apathy,]

Ѵιʌαитɛ Ѧσятɛ αи∂ Ѧιƨтακɛƨ αяɛ Ѧα∂ɛ
Ƨωɛɛт αи∂ Єʌιℓ, αяɛ иσω Ƨιвℓιиɢƨ

Cake could smell another tiger, a female he should say. She better leave before Vivante Morte gets whiff of her...

Jagger smelt another female, she crouched low, making her way over. The female was just outside of the territory, which was too close for her call. Soon, she ended up behind her, what a weird color coat... Then, the wind was holding her back as she flew through the air and landed on the female's back.. Why are you Here! I should kill you! Stupid Jungle Cat! She growled, her large paws digging into her chest, while her backs legs were to the side so she couldn't claw her stomach...

Cake heard some wrestling, too late. He knew Jay reached her, he still continued to make his way back to his and her territory. He crawled into the den with the kill and laid it there. Him laying outside the den where the sun patch was...

[The Lost Gremlin]

Tip snarled, leaping diving onto her side to rid herself of the larger cat. She whipped her head around and snapped her jaws in hopes of catching some of the female's flesh between her fangs.
''Back off, hair-ball!'' She spat angrily, tail lashing. ''I'm not anywhere near your miserable little territory!'' She took a heavy swipe towards the cat, a low rumbling roar emitting from her throat. She wasn't in the mood to be tangling with a grumpy old tigeress and right now her mind was set on the deer which she'd caught scent of just a few yards back.
Her almond shaped eyes narrowed fiercly at the tigeress. She didn't seem the type to bother explaining to, let alone try and make amends. Instead, Tip turned and slowly began to amble away, feeling a sharp sting in her own chest. A little scratch wouldn't stop her from attempting to land a kill and she'd keep trying until she did.

[apathy,]

Ѵιʌαитɛ Ѧσятɛ αи∂ Ѧιƨтακɛƨ αяɛ Ѧα∂ɛ
Ƨωɛɛт αи∂ Єʌιℓ, αяɛ иσω Ƨιвℓιиɢƨ

Jagger snarled, soon rolling her eyes at the female. Her fangs dug into her back left leg. Pulled, then doing what could easily break a leg. The shaking of the head. She stopped when she heard a crack, but her fangs were still dug into her leg. While she pulled, and pulled, making the female back up. The smell of the kill made her stop, soon running back into her territory, which wasn't that far away.

Cake nuzzled his sister, as a greeting, and a sign of respect. He watched as she entered the den and started to eat, he lowered his head and closed his eyes. Cats did sleep for at least 20 hours a day, he only slept for his, 10 hours so far...

[Is that pp?]

[The Lost Gremlin]

(I suppose you could say it is... she's already moved off so suddenly pulling her all the way back even though she's not close by might count)

[The Lost Gremlin]

Tip snarled again and turned sharply, slashing at the tigeress. Immediately she jerked her leg forward and broke it free from the other cat's grip. A low, angry hiss erupted from her throat.
What the heck is her problem... She thought bitterly. All she'd done herself was walk a reasonable distance away from the other's territory and suddenly she was attack for no good reason! Tip glanced at her leg - the wound didn't seem that bad. Gently she pushed some weight onto it - it stung slightly but nothing was broken. Good. Sitting, the tigeress began to groom the blood from the wound on her white leg until it was clean. The rasping texture of her tongue pained it with ever stroke but nothing could be done about that.
After a short while she stood again and slowly made her way off again, moving at a more diagonal angle as the smell of deer lead her. She was thankful that she wouldn't have to rely on speed to catch her prey; she was more of an ambush hunter herself.

[wolfiechick28]

Username: wolfiechick28
Name: Clyde
Age: young adult
Gender: Male
Territory Location: beach
Cubs: none
Kin/Family: None
Personality: Clyde is a laid back tiger who is very easy to get along with. He likes to meet new tigers around the area and he’s very protective over his friends. He is a very good fighter and he just loves to hunt.
History: His family was killed by hunters when he was a cub. They left him laying there wounded with a bullet wound in his leg. Thinking that he would die, they left him. That’s when Clyde decided to heal as quick as possible and train himself to become stronger for his next attack. To get revenge for his family.
Other?: none
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[The Lost Gremlin]

(Accepted; but you do realise there are no human hunters here? It's a tiger preserve as stated on the front page <3 )