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Originally Posted by spade
The breeze felt night as Chief made his way around the outskirts of where it seemed a rather ragtag group of cats had decided to assemble. He didn't plan on interacting with any of them yet - and hoped that his sister Flute was following his lead. Before they'd arrived, they had both agreed to keep themselves hidden until they were able to meet back up and discuss if they should call this place home, or keep moving. He was all for the 'keep moving' option, but Flute had grown tired of the constant traveling, always voicing the need for stability. The tom huffed, rolling his eyes. Stability. How boring.
Rounding a horizontal-laying trash can, he came upon a rather peculiar site. Was this a house cat attempting to hunt? It had been quite some time since the tom had come across such an amusing site, so he decided to crouch down and watch. As he predicted, the mouse escaped the first attempt, only to be cornered later and killed. Dumbass. "That was quite the catch." It had been a last minute decision, but Chief decided to reveal himself. He'd take the heat from Flute later - this was too good an opportunity to pass up. "I bet you're a really good hunter. That mouse didn't even stand a chance!" |
Cinnamon whipped around suddenly at a cat’s sarcastic voice, echoed throughout the cave.
”Thanks for that,” she let a slight growl slip out from her throat.
She could already tell, either this tom was going to annoy her or try and fight. She breathed an irritated sigh. Her sharp green eyes pinned him, and she wouldn’t quit it.
“Who are you, anyways?” Cinnamon inquired.