Post by Smogpelt on Jul 7, 2016 17:39:04 GMT
im gonna leave this ehere.... dont forget 2 vape
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A small, sleek she-cat awoke from her sleep. Her nose twitched as she struggled to free herself from the comfort of her nest, brows furrowing as she readied to open her eyelids, and then she did so, exposing them to the sun - or so she thought. There was no sun - the sky was grey and dark, with fog beginning to roll down the hills in the distance. The she-cat scowled, a shiver crawling down her spine at such a creepy sight, and stood. The she-cat's ears flickered at the sound of the river behind her Her tail swung from side to side as she moved her head, her gaze skimming across the plains before her, and then to the figure of a dark grey cat, slumped on the floor nearby her, its face distorted into a bitter scowl. A look of distaste crossed the she-cat's face, and she edged away from the cat quickly.
"Oh, of course, that lazy bastard gets to sleep and forgets to feed his damn daughter..." she grumbled, the fur on her spine pricking up a bit in hostility, but then flattened as a devious smirk crept onto her face. She padded away from the figure, tail now returning to its previous swaying motion. She chuckled under her breath. "Oh, but it's fine, pa, I'll hunt for myself."
- - - - - - - timeskip bc im a lazy egg
The she-cat returned from her hunt, a small herring in her jaws. She settled herself onto the grass where she was before, and as soon as she let the herring drop onto the ground to look around, it was snatched away when her gaze returned to the small fish. Her eyes narrowed and she snapped her head up, and once again, the fur on her back rose in anger. However, when she looked up, she saw the same dark grey cat looming over her, the herring underneath his paw.
"This isn't enough to feed both of us, Saylor. Are you dumb? I could feed a kit with this. Go out and hunt for something substantial, maybe?" His voice was rough and gravelly, and it was aggressive and patronizing.
The she-cat, or Saylor, glared up at him, her dull blue eyes now showing a spark of fury. "You could feed a kit with this? Pa, this was easy to hunt. Are you that bad of a hunter that you can't feed two more? Huh?"
The tom's brows raised in shock at her insult, and leaned closer, trying to intimidate her. It didn't work. "I was on my own. Your mother wouldn't help at all, and I couldn't leave five kits all by themselves!" he hissed, voice laced with malice and frustration.
Saylor's angry expression faltered for a moment, eyes widening in disbelief, and then her enraged expression returned, now even more hostile. She jumped up, tail lashing in fury. "There was five of us, Graham? Five?! You only ever told me about Prince and Coral! What, were the other two not good enough? Oh wait, they all mustn't have been good enough, you didn't feed any of them but me!"
Graham's eyes narrowed and his claws unsheathed, his ears pinned to his head. "Be grateful that you're alive! You're the only one who survived!" he snarled, his paws flexing as he readied to strike at her if she spat another harsh comment at him.
"Not gonna lie, I'm still surviving! You're a terrible dad and mentor, you take the food I hunted for myself, and won't let me go anywhere! I think they're all having a much better time growing up there, away from you!"
"That's enough, Saylo-"
"No, screw you, you lied to me, you told me th-"
She was broke off, and by what? Four sharp claws raking down across her face in a quick, fluid motion. She flinched, scrunching her eyes at the feeling of the claws tear her skin open. When she was sure that the attacker's paw had retracted, her eyes opened, and in her mouth, she could begin to taste the metallic blood as it dripped from her nose to her jaws.
Saylor looked at Graham, and then to his paws. His right paw's claws were unsheathed, and coincidentally, bloody. He was panting, standing opposed to her in a stance which he assumed that she couldn't attack him from, which was right in front of her. The same, dry smirk crossed her face from earlier, and Graham looked confused. He opened his jaws, speaking again.
"If you open your trap one more time, I swear, I-"
Saylor ran to him, head suddenly going low. Graham's eyes widened as he realized her intentions, his paws scuffling against the grass as he tried to move out of her way, but it was no use. Saylor's head drove into his chest, barreling him over onto his back, and when he expected to feel the ground and landing with a thumb, he was met with nothing, for a heartbeat, and then-
Then, he felt the cold currents of the river pushing against his body, jagged rocks scraping his skin and bruising him, his head sinking below the water and bobbing back up as soon as it came down, his jaws stretched wide open in a struggle for air. His paws flailed uselessly in the water, trying his best to swim, but it was in vain. The river's force was pushing him downstream, and from the edge, a grey she-cat watched, eyes narrowed.
"Good riddance."
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A small, sleek she-cat awoke from her sleep. Her nose twitched as she struggled to free herself from the comfort of her nest, brows furrowing as she readied to open her eyelids, and then she did so, exposing them to the sun - or so she thought. There was no sun - the sky was grey and dark, with fog beginning to roll down the hills in the distance. The she-cat scowled, a shiver crawling down her spine at such a creepy sight, and stood. The she-cat's ears flickered at the sound of the river behind her Her tail swung from side to side as she moved her head, her gaze skimming across the plains before her, and then to the figure of a dark grey cat, slumped on the floor nearby her, its face distorted into a bitter scowl. A look of distaste crossed the she-cat's face, and she edged away from the cat quickly.
"Oh, of course, that lazy bastard gets to sleep and forgets to feed his damn daughter..." she grumbled, the fur on her spine pricking up a bit in hostility, but then flattened as a devious smirk crept onto her face. She padded away from the figure, tail now returning to its previous swaying motion. She chuckled under her breath. "Oh, but it's fine, pa, I'll hunt for myself."
- - - - - - - timeskip bc im a lazy egg
The she-cat returned from her hunt, a small herring in her jaws. She settled herself onto the grass where she was before, and as soon as she let the herring drop onto the ground to look around, it was snatched away when her gaze returned to the small fish. Her eyes narrowed and she snapped her head up, and once again, the fur on her back rose in anger. However, when she looked up, she saw the same dark grey cat looming over her, the herring underneath his paw.
"This isn't enough to feed both of us, Saylor. Are you dumb? I could feed a kit with this. Go out and hunt for something substantial, maybe?" His voice was rough and gravelly, and it was aggressive and patronizing.
The she-cat, or Saylor, glared up at him, her dull blue eyes now showing a spark of fury. "You could feed a kit with this? Pa, this was easy to hunt. Are you that bad of a hunter that you can't feed two more? Huh?"
The tom's brows raised in shock at her insult, and leaned closer, trying to intimidate her. It didn't work. "I was on my own. Your mother wouldn't help at all, and I couldn't leave five kits all by themselves!" he hissed, voice laced with malice and frustration.
Saylor's angry expression faltered for a moment, eyes widening in disbelief, and then her enraged expression returned, now even more hostile. She jumped up, tail lashing in fury. "There was five of us, Graham? Five?! You only ever told me about Prince and Coral! What, were the other two not good enough? Oh wait, they all mustn't have been good enough, you didn't feed any of them but me!"
Graham's eyes narrowed and his claws unsheathed, his ears pinned to his head. "Be grateful that you're alive! You're the only one who survived!" he snarled, his paws flexing as he readied to strike at her if she spat another harsh comment at him.
"Not gonna lie, I'm still surviving! You're a terrible dad and mentor, you take the food I hunted for myself, and won't let me go anywhere! I think they're all having a much better time growing up there, away from you!"
"That's enough, Saylo-"
"No, screw you, you lied to me, you told me th-"
She was broke off, and by what? Four sharp claws raking down across her face in a quick, fluid motion. She flinched, scrunching her eyes at the feeling of the claws tear her skin open. When she was sure that the attacker's paw had retracted, her eyes opened, and in her mouth, she could begin to taste the metallic blood as it dripped from her nose to her jaws.
Saylor looked at Graham, and then to his paws. His right paw's claws were unsheathed, and coincidentally, bloody. He was panting, standing opposed to her in a stance which he assumed that she couldn't attack him from, which was right in front of her. The same, dry smirk crossed her face from earlier, and Graham looked confused. He opened his jaws, speaking again.
"If you open your trap one more time, I swear, I-"
Saylor ran to him, head suddenly going low. Graham's eyes widened as he realized her intentions, his paws scuffling against the grass as he tried to move out of her way, but it was no use. Saylor's head drove into his chest, barreling him over onto his back, and when he expected to feel the ground and landing with a thumb, he was met with nothing, for a heartbeat, and then-
Then, he felt the cold currents of the river pushing against his body, jagged rocks scraping his skin and bruising him, his head sinking below the water and bobbing back up as soon as it came down, his jaws stretched wide open in a struggle for air. His paws flailed uselessly in the water, trying his best to swim, but it was in vain. The river's force was pushing him downstream, and from the edge, a grey she-cat watched, eyes narrowed.
"Good riddance."