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Post by Kathryn on Apr 14, 2011 10:48:35 GMT -8
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Lightning echoed. This night, a storm crippled the territories, and all cats in the forest had retired to their dens for fear of the thunderous rumbling up in the dark skies. Silently he pushed his way through the territory, his ebony fur soaked and as heavy as a log on his back. A think, dark tail thumped at the trees as he walked past them, taunting the creatures inside almost, but not disturbing them. In many places, his coat was clumped and matted, the fur parted to reveal countless hellish wounds that couldn’t have been inflicted by a cat. A badger, perhaps a fox... Digging his long, curved claws into the earth, he pushed himself further, heading back toward camp where he could lie down with his new ‘catch’ and just sleep. Rain never tended to bother him that much, even when he was sleeping. The fact that he couldn’t fit into any dens meant that he had grown accustomed – and quite resistant – to most weather abnormalities. Not even lightning scared him. Cats deemed him brave, but others thought that he was just insane...
In the gargantuan tom’s jaws was another – almost as big as he was in size, but a puffy cloud of white. Limply it hung, and didn’t argue as the tom slung her over his back and spat out a mouthful of ivory fur. Golden hued irises flicked around the camp as he finally entered, and stomped his foot down, marking yet another battle won.
“That was boring,” he muttered to himself before releasing a loud yowl from his throat. One pair of ears perked up at the noise, and the white bundle of fur blinked a set of equally golden eyes before it sunk down against the seriously wounded tom. If cats would come out of their dens, they’d see a tom with what appeared to be more wounds than the stars themselves. How was he still standing?
OoC; Note: The "white bundle of fur" is a lion cub called Crystal. She's slightly smaller than Raggedclaws is, making her bigger than other adult cats.
Doing (Absolutely nothing. -is glared at by Raggedclaws-) Speaking (Speaking? More like threatening... -is backed into a corner-) Thinking (Well technically I don't need this because Raggedclaws DOESN'T THINK -is clawed-) "Your cat talking" (Your cat's still alive? HOW DOES THAT WORK!? RAGGEDCLAWS, GET HIM/HER/IT!)
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