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[Greenleaf]

(On iPhone, can't do any fancy coding)

Sparrow

The brown tabby tom slowed to a stop and he rested, panting, by the riverside. He gazed forlornly into the water.
A scrawny, underfed, gaunt-shouldered cat stared dully back. After seeing his reflection, did Sparrow realize how hungry he was.
"Well," he murmured to himself. "I won't do any good trying to starve myself, won't I?"

He stepped gingerly over the stepping stones of the river and trotted over to the other side, ears pricked for the sound of prey. A quick glance of his amber eyes, and he spotted a small dappled bird quite some way from him. It was hopping around, pecking at the ground, but one of its wings seemed broken. It would be easy prey.
And its a sparrow. How ironic, he thought wryly.
He lowered himself into the hunting crouch and slipped forward smoothly, air ruffling through his fur. He froze, though, when suddenly the heavy stench of an unfamiliar cat hit his nose.
A border?
He shrugged off his worries and continued on towards the bird. No need to worry, it would just be touch and go; grab the bird and scurry off was his plan.
He had just sank his claws into the sparrow when he stopped dead. A gray cat sat not one tail-length away from him; the owner of this territory.

"Fox-dung," he muttered.

(@Keriae, I'll have Sparrow run into Gray now ^-^)

[Keriae]

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Grey's head shot up and her ears pricked at the sound of a small bird crunching through the forest. Glancing down, she saw the little sparrow with a limp, broken wing. She was about to creep down from her vantage point when a stronger, unfamiliar scent invaded her nostrils and her head turned to see the sleek form of another cat crossed her scent marks. Curling her lips in a silent snarl, the she-cat sunk her claws into the bark and forced herself to watch as the trespasser continued to stalk and catch the sparrow that was rightfully her's. She watched in silence as they dispatched the bird but then seemed to notice her perched on the branch, watching with narrowed eyes like sharp green flints.

Slowly, Grey rose to her nimble paws with her tail held out behind her to help her balance and turned to the tree trunk. She slipped down the tree and leapt the last few tail lengths. Making sure to keep her claws unsheathed, the she-cat stalked over to the brown tabby tom with her tail held high in confidence. Grey halted in front of the tom and leaned closer, her nose wrinkled as her maw settled into a fierce snarl. "And what are you doing on my territory, trespassing and stealing prey?" Grey asked, in an almost mocking tone, although there was fire in her optics.

[aiu]

{sᴘɪᴅᴇʀғᴀɴɢ}
Male|25 Moons|Siblings with Clearheart|With Ice|Crush on No One|Loner

Spiderfang opened his mouth wide to scent the air and was overjoyed catch the scent of a rabbit. That big of prey could hardly ever be found and it smelled delicious. He started foreward a bit before realizing that the scent intertwined with the taste of metallic blood and cat. Spiderfang could have hissed he was so mad, but he didn't and he wouldn't. However, if they hadn't started eating, maybe he could take it away somehow. His leg was still sore from his fall from a rock the other day and simply talking a juicy rabbit out of someone's paws than hunting one down sounded much easier. The white tom followed the scent carefully, staying as quiet as he possibly could among the foliage. He peaked out from a bush to see another white cat enjoying her meal of fresh vole. So she was already eating. What a pain. Spiderfang stood, realizing that he had no need to be silent any more. He opened his mouth once more hoping to catch another scent. More blood, more cat, more dead rabbit. Come on, he thought, Give me a bird. Clearpaw loves birds. He trotted out from behind the bush and started out towards the she-cat. He might as well figure out if she had seen lots of prey around. He had been out of luck hunting-wise for several days (although Clearpaw seemed to have the opposite problem) and if she had caught something... Well, it was worth a try. "If you do not mind, where did you catch that?" Spiderfang asked the cat, looking down at her, although, in truth he wasn't a lot higher than her even though she was sitting. What a pain it was to be so short. The smell of rabbit made him suddenly realize how hungry he was. He glanced at the rabbit and stiffed ever so slightly. Had prey always been so bloody when he was eating. He expected it had, but never before had he noticed it. How could he say how much he hated the sight of blood when it probably stained his fur and fangs daily without him noticing? Spiderfang hid a shiver and instead turned his gaze back to the cat. Look at her, not the food, he thought. {Tagged: Ice}

{Anyone can run into Clearpaw. I don't know who to bump into right now.}

[Greenleaf]

⊰Ｓｐａｒｒｏｗ⊱
Sparrow sat back on his haunches and assumed an air of nonchalance, keeping his fur flat and his expression lazy and relaxed. Inwardly however, his muscles were tense should he need to flee at the last moment. He didn't think he had the strength to fight.
"Hello there," he mewed smoothly. "I just happened to be passing by when I saw this lovely little territory of yours. I hope you don't mind if I take just a little piece of prey, as you seem to be very well fed while I, on the other hand, am quite hungry."
He shuffled backwards slightly, one paw drifting towards the dispatched bird. "Now if you excuse me" - he stood up, tensed in readiness - "if I may just" - he scooted backwards - "take my leave." Then he sprang up and snatched the sparrow, turning to dart away.

(Announcement, please read everybody!)

[Keriae]

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A low growl rumbled in her throat as the tabby muttered something about her having plenty of nice territory and therefore food, and quickly turned into a loud yowl as the tom whipped around with the sparrow in his jaws. Neck fur bristling, Grey rushed after the tabby with her tail streaming out behind her. How dare he try to justify stealing by muttering that he was hungry! It wasn't like he hadn't smelt her scent marks; she'd seen him pause at the boundary line before continuing! With her unsheathed claws leaving deep welts in the ground in her wake, Grey increased her speed an then leapt.

[Angry.Jackal]

(perhaps Stumble could bump into GingerRose? ^^" )

• S T U M B L E ( F O O T ) •

• With: No One • Feeling: Hungry • Doing: Wandering •

Taking a few hobbling steps back, the small tabby crouched low and leaped, her paws landing with a soft thump against the grass as she pinned a scrawny mouse between her claws. It wasn't much of a meal, as she well knew, but for now a snack was all that she really wanted. Licking her lips hungrily, Stumble settled down for a quick bite. The mouse was gone, save a few bones, within three ravenous gulps. Her throat rumbled with a satisfied purr as she stood as if stretching to get back to her feet. She leaned back on her haunches, lifting up her front paw in order to clean it properly. It was a strange process to any onlooking cat that wasn't used to the procedures she took to do everyday things. Either way, Stumble didn't mind.

Getting back to her feet, the cream she-cat hobbled restlessly throughout the area, smiling at each satisfying crunch of leaves beneath her paws. She batted at a leaf as it fell from the branch it had been suspended on, swatting it down with her front paw and sinking her claws into it as it hit the ground. She had quick reflexes and a nimble frame, but most would judge her only by her deformity. What a shame, she thought to herself, That no one has the time or courage to look past my physical appearance. Brushing away the upsetting thought, Stumble shook out her fur and continued her walk.

As her endless stroll continued, Stumble began to let her mind drift, contemplating the color of the leaves or the clouds in the sky as she walked. Her amber eyes gazed unblinkingly upwards, leaving only her paws to guide her through the semi-familiar territory. That being said, it was almost certain that the clumsy she-cat would crash into another animal out in the woods. She wasn't the only creature in the forest, you know. "I'm sorry!" Stumble wailed, regaining her footing as she analyzed the cat before her. A sleek, beautiful orange tabby she-cat stood nearby, probably annoyed or disgusted that a three-legged cat had run into her. "I'm sorry," Stumble repeated more calmly, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I promise I won't do it again... Please, forgive me for interrupting your day." With that, Stumble nodded her head in respect and turned to leave.

[lonely.silence]

Pale-eyes
26 moons > Loner {Hunter} > The Blazing Eyes > No Crush > Tags; nobody

...then our fate will be decided. The she-cats ruddy ear flicked lightly as the words echoed through her head, a remnant from her latest dream, or rather nightmare. It had been a recurring thing for her peaceful sleep to be dragged away and replaced by the strange nightmare, always the same one, same words spoken, same things seen, and same emotions toyed with. She was getting sick of it really, the fear she woke up in, the lingering smell of metallic blood, the imposing figure that always delivered the message. It was all old, yet somehow it still managed to wake up her up sweat drenched. A soft hiss escaped her ajar jaws as she pushed herself up, wanting away from her den, the very place the nightmare's haunted her.

Pale's slender figure slid from among the tangled roots of an old tree, a perfect little den sight though not the most well protected considering just how many openings among the roots there were. A quick stretch to loosen her sleep stiffened limbs was all she needed before she padded off, tail held high in confidence. The only sign that she was actually aware of her surroundings as she walked was the slight twitching of her ears. Suddenly, one particular nose sent the female's muscular frame to the ground and darting forward, white underbelly brush lightly over the leaf littered ground. Before anything had time to screw up her chance, the she-cat was pouncing onto a surprised squirrel, an impressively smooth transition from her fast darting forward to the pounce would have made Screech proud. Her ears moved back as she picked up the limp squirrel, strong jaws grasping the prey as she moved somewhere safer to eat, the low hanging branch of one of the many surrounding trees. Claws scraped noisily into bark as she pulled herself up and then onto a branch.

It took a moment for her to get herself situated comfortably on the limb but when she was, she took no time in digging into her rather large meal. It was the best she'd been able to snag in the past few days, even if she was an excellent hunter. At least according to her and Screech but his opinion probably didn't count either considering he had practically raised her. Pale finished only half of the squirrel before beginning to groom herself, the rest would be stashed away for a later time.

Foxpaw
7 moons > Loner {Fighter Apprentice} > No Crush > Tags; nobody

Eyes narrowed and rump high in the air, the young tom inched forward trying to get the upperhand on a small bird. One careful pawstep forward after another he neared it. He seemed to be doing rather well for such a young cat really but obviously still had lots to learn. Things went downhill when the bird was suddenly alerted of the tom's presence by another bird perched above in a tree. It fluttered away and all Foxpaw could do was give a sigh, standing himself up and shaking lightly. His blue-green irises traced their way up into the tree where the noisy bird sat, staring right back at him obviously just waiting to thwart another of his hunting attempts. "Thanks for that." He meowed at it, surprisingly with no trace of malice in his voice. There would be other times to hunt and he'd just wait until another opportunity presented itself.

Fox's tail flicked lightly as he began walking, a happy little bounce in his step. His ears were constantly moving around, waiting to catch even the smallest sound whether deriving from a prey animal or something that meant serious danger was on the way. So far in the past month he'd had a run in with a fox and barely escaped with everything intact. He'd also had an encounter with a snake but that had been much easier to evade than the fox. Fox gave a slight shudder at the thought of the two things. He'd be happy never seeing another fox again, snake's he supposed he could deal with since they didn't give chase. A chirp overhead alerted Fox to the fact that the bird was still overhead. What a stubborn little creature it was proving to be.

[darĸнowl]

{{ Fire's open for anyone! She's out and about, not really doing much. }}

[Todd.]

|{|. Nightheart .|}|
Male | 18 Moons | Fighter | The Cold One | Single

The black tom worked then on getting on the way towards tha place he had seen in dreams. He had no idea when the right time to be there was simply because he had little to no acknowledgement at all about the natural phenomens such as eclipses, solstices and things like that. To speak the truth he barely noticed when a full moon cicle passed. He rolled his shoulders some and stretched his back on an arching manner before resuming his walk searching for water and actually a sleeping site since now that he had his stomach nice and full he felt extremely sleepy.

So there was the black, blue-eyes tom walking peacefully between pine trees completely distracted by his aching body to noticed the small grey kit that came running towards him only to smash against the black tom's chest. He gasped and ended up falling sat and frowning at the that he was about to snap to but said nothing, this little furry grey kit was exactly like his little deceased brother, "S-steamkit?" his mew was barely audible then and his expression beared horror.

-|-| Smokey (Smokekit) |-|-
Male | 4 moons | Kit | Single

Smokey was happily chasing that flying leaf when he ended up finding a bush filled with butterflies. The fragile insect's colors and gentle movements caught the kit's attention that jumped towards them making them fly in all directions and he chased them then trying to bat at the colorful insects. He purred then mewing happily as he jumped his silly low kitty jumps and fell often to the floor too distracted to pay attention to where he was jumping.

He kept then on his silly game for a long time before noticing the place he was was in fact quieter then before, I mean... Before eh could feel a bird singing in the distance but now was gone, he frowned then looking around feeling that there was something odd and wrong about this silence. And his primitive instincts weren't wrong at all. He gasped some then hissing as a large brown colored bird came flying towards him, a hawk. He crouched low to the ground and got away from the place the bird was aiming and hissed at it again widening his eyes as he noticed he predator was starting to fly up to try again.

His primordial instincts rang up on his head again. He could be a kitty-pet he knew what danger was like and he had the primordial instinct to flee and that was what he did. He hissed again and started to run simply ahead implying his short kitty legs to cover a distance that was too big for them thoug he kept forcing them to give him a better result. He was looking over his shoulder trying to see if the hawk was still after him when he smashed against something. He fell to the ground then rolling on it and frowned looking at what he had hit when he noticed a black cat staring at him, he shook his head, "I-I'm no Steamkit, sir" he frowned and sat up some, "My name is Smokey...,," he glanced around then, he had no idea which direction he had come from...

[Rotten]

((I'll post with Rabbit in a bit, I gotta go.

@Joy Yea, it's all fine. Just a bluff. I went there super late last night just to also get some milk (since I had forgot to buy milk at the other store like an idiot). There was the Fox13 news crew and people trying to get on TV and I had to stand in line behind three police men who were like buying snacks. I was so tempted to take a picture.

@Darkhowl, Seasonal responded to your post))

Small

|She-cat|7 moons|Currently- Talking with Dovepaw|Feeling- Curious and happy|Is with- Dovepaw|

Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back,
A name in your recollection, down among a million same

Small's blue eyes went wide with awe as the youngest of the two cats in front of her responded back with her own greeting. Very civilized, she decided. Now and then when she was back at home she would discuss what other cats must be like with one of her brother's, Moose. Small wanted to be optimistic and spoke of how she thought that other cats must be like rainbows, coming in all different looks and personalities. Moose would snort at this and would say that other cats must be mean and big savages. Otherwise their parents wouldn't be so worried about them leaving home. Small had shrugged, but agreed with her brother. After all...Moose hated being wrong. Moose was a big tom, always had been. Big and strong and brave. Unlike her, he was completely gray with dark markings on his face, his blue eyes being a lighter tone than her own. Quite a handsome tom, and he knew it. But he had a good sense of humor and had a strong desire to protect her and their other siblings. So his personality balanced out in the end.

Small snapped out of these thoughts as the younger cat than asked for her name. She looked at the young she-cat more closely than before. This she-cat looked to be around her age, though little did Small know was that she was older than this cat. She was a calico, something Small had never seen before and found it amazing. She never cats could come in such colors. Her fur was long but neat and she had sweet green eyes. Small found her to be quite beautiful. Her gaze then drifted to her companion, an older tom. She wondered for a second if he was her father, but he seemed a bit too young to have a kit at this age. His fur was brown with black stripes and white paws and green eyes that weren't as bright as his companion's. He didn't look as friendly as the calico, and his fur was standing on end. She hadn't seen a cat with it's fur sticked up like that since when her father found Small and her sister Tiny playing with a fox cub.

Small then realized that she had been spacing out, the young she-cat still waiting for an answer. The tom, who seemed to have better things to do, left. She hoped that she hadn't hurt his feelings. With an adorable twitch of her ears, Small then looked back at the calico.

"Oh...my name.." She said thoughtfully. Small was a bit dense and slow to react. She looked up at the sky, then back at the calico with a lovely smile.

"My name is Small." Small declared and gave a polite dip of her head to the she-cat. Suddenly Small let out a gasp, quite a dramatic one. She just realized that she didn't know this cat's name. As mentioned, she's a bit slow.

"What's your name?" She asked and tipped her head to the side, looking quite curious.




Ice

|She-cat|20 moons|Currently- Talking|Feeling- Mischievous and happy|Is with- Spiderfang|

They were right about you

Lying to my face again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about, you're pounding on the fault line

Ice was simply enjoying her rabbit still when she detected a presence. Then soon enough, a cat appeared. A young tom with long legs yet he was quite short. His fangs were oddly long and were probably his most noticeable feature. Ice notice his brown eyes were dull. Oh how she knew those kind of eyes. Ice gave him a sly smile and waited for him to speak. She hadn't seen this cat around and Ice knew she could take him. She was bigger and stronger then such a small cat. And hey, if she needed to flee then oh well. Ice quickly picked up that he was very hungry and had a fancy for her rabbit. The tom then spoke, asking where she had caught this rabbit.

'Ha, I caught it from fools', was her thoughts. However, she just gave him a winning smile, acting a tiny but nonchalant.

"Hmm? This old thing? There's a kind brown tom who gave it to me. He lives alone and has a lot of territory. He has a lot of food that he stores just encase travelers come by." She explained and causally poked the rabbit and took a quick bite out of it. The white she-cat then got up, shook herself, and jumped off of her stump, leaving her rabbit behind, and approached the tom. Like she had guessed, she was taller than this guy.

"By the way, my name is Ice, what's yours buddy?" she asked and hopped over to him and gave the tom a playful nudge. Ice had no personal boundaries whatsoever.