Post by ladyspectral on Mar 1, 2018 1:32:37 GMT
The trash pile was alive with rats, scurrying about as usual. The spring always brought a boost to their numbers, more and more litters being born every week. A soft drizzle sprinkled down, and while the weather was absolutely awful it made for perfect hunting. Just enough to muffle the scents and paw steps of an approaching cat, leaving the prey unaware of the approaching danger.
The mockingbird pecked at the ground, ignoring the lethargic approach of Houndmaw. It’s head turned toward him, keeping an anxious eye on him and fluttering just a few feet away mere moments before as the cat drew close enough to pounce. Slowly, so slow that the lazy warrior didn’t realize just how far he was getting from his patrol. And keeping his attention just enough so that the flirtatious tom didn’t realize the fact he was the one being hunted. The bird glanced about frantically, searching for it's hidden companion for reassurance. He saw a tail flick, and somewhat relaxed.
Houndmaw’s blue eyes squinted as he let out a frustrated breath, the mockingbird once again fluttering a few fox lengths away. It was clear this was becoming a game of cat and mouse, and the literal cat was on the losing end. As he was about to give up on the bird, a twig snapped and the gray creature flapped up toward the mountains of two leg garbage above his head. He rose up from his crouch, pausing as he noted there wasn’t a broken twig beneath any of his four paws. The lazy warrior's heart sunk as he turned his head, gaze being met by the furious green eyes of a familiar rogue she cat. He recognized her from when she had appeared in camp with Snaketongue, very publicly rejected by Mothstar. Before he could react, the rogue pounced.
Honeyheart’s paws collided with his shoulders, tooth claw covers outstretched and raking gashes along his shoulders. Blood welled up and dripped down his leg, the tom staggering to the side with a pained cry. He rapidly retaliated with a harsh swipe to the rogue’s face, drawing blood along her nose and cheek. Honeyheart let out a yowl of rage as she rapidly regained her balance, leaping forward to slam her meager frame into Houndmaw’s side. He toppled over into the grass, soon finding the tabby and white she cat’s teeth sunk into his throat and claws digging into his shoulders to hold him motionless. The rogue began to rake her claws down his belly, again leaving deep gashes in the unpracticed tom. He still clawed furiously at her shoulders and face, soon going limp against the ground as she tore back a mouthful of fur and flesh. Alive, but rather mangled and fading from consciousness.
Honeyheart released him as the struggle drew to an end, breath ragged and sides heaving and bloody. Tufts of white and golden fur were caught between Houndmaw’s claws. The bloodied she cat turned her attention to the undergrowth as she took a step back to flee, anticipating his clan mates to quickly investigate the sounds of the fight that so abruptly ended.
The mockingbird pecked at the ground, ignoring the lethargic approach of Houndmaw. It’s head turned toward him, keeping an anxious eye on him and fluttering just a few feet away mere moments before as the cat drew close enough to pounce. Slowly, so slow that the lazy warrior didn’t realize just how far he was getting from his patrol. And keeping his attention just enough so that the flirtatious tom didn’t realize the fact he was the one being hunted. The bird glanced about frantically, searching for it's hidden companion for reassurance. He saw a tail flick, and somewhat relaxed.
Houndmaw’s blue eyes squinted as he let out a frustrated breath, the mockingbird once again fluttering a few fox lengths away. It was clear this was becoming a game of cat and mouse, and the literal cat was on the losing end. As he was about to give up on the bird, a twig snapped and the gray creature flapped up toward the mountains of two leg garbage above his head. He rose up from his crouch, pausing as he noted there wasn’t a broken twig beneath any of his four paws. The lazy warrior's heart sunk as he turned his head, gaze being met by the furious green eyes of a familiar rogue she cat. He recognized her from when she had appeared in camp with Snaketongue, very publicly rejected by Mothstar. Before he could react, the rogue pounced.
Honeyheart’s paws collided with his shoulders, tooth claw covers outstretched and raking gashes along his shoulders. Blood welled up and dripped down his leg, the tom staggering to the side with a pained cry. He rapidly retaliated with a harsh swipe to the rogue’s face, drawing blood along her nose and cheek. Honeyheart let out a yowl of rage as she rapidly regained her balance, leaping forward to slam her meager frame into Houndmaw’s side. He toppled over into the grass, soon finding the tabby and white she cat’s teeth sunk into his throat and claws digging into his shoulders to hold him motionless. The rogue began to rake her claws down his belly, again leaving deep gashes in the unpracticed tom. He still clawed furiously at her shoulders and face, soon going limp against the ground as she tore back a mouthful of fur and flesh. Alive, but rather mangled and fading from consciousness.
Honeyheart released him as the struggle drew to an end, breath ragged and sides heaving and bloody. Tufts of white and golden fur were caught between Houndmaw’s claws. The bloodied she cat turned her attention to the undergrowth as she took a step back to flee, anticipating his clan mates to quickly investigate the sounds of the fight that so abruptly ended.
Note: The mockingbird comes from an old badge available on CA. It was cleared by Harry, though it's no longer purchasable for the foreseeable future as far as I'm aware.