[vellichor]

Originally Posted by dinosaur

Anteater crawled around, flat on her belly. She was trying to be careful, quiet; she had just recently discovered the abandoned camp, and through the stench of fish, she could tell there was still activity. By what, however, remained a mystery. Her theory was that it was a few rats- a nest, perhaps. Really, that was just what she hoped. Anteater was starving, her frame was growing more and more gaunt; the icey winter air was a major discouragement whenever she attempted to leave her nest in order to hunt.

But Anteater knew she would wither away if she kept that up; and her animalistic desperation to survive her thrust her out of the dirty city into the outskirts in search of rats or mice. She heard the rattling of metal in a trash pile nearby. A rat snuffing around for scraps, she decided.

Anteater crept towards the trash, listening carefully for the shifting of the debris, heavy breathing, the pattering of little feet. She couldn't help but drool. She came upon a disturbed pile of garbage, and sniffed at it to try and pick up a trail. The rancid odor of fish and scum sullied her nose, but she tried to follow it best the could. It led to a sizeable wooden box, which looked worn and moldy. The lid was slightly ajar. Readying herself to pounce, Anteater forced her head inside, drool dripping from her chops.
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Autumn
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The drowsy tom had shut his eyes, ready to drift off into sleep when his den rattled a bit. Peeking open one green eye, he saw nothing. Thinking it to be a trick of the wind, the ginger cat shifted around and got as comfortable as he could. He wasn’t going to lie — the box wasn’t exactly a great place to stay. But there was no way he was going into a human nest, abandoned or not. He could make a nest or something in the morning, probably.

He heard a small thud. The lid to his crate was ajar. Something wet fell on him. At first, he thought it was rain. But then he realized, he didn’t smell rain. At all. And there was an odd looking shape in the entrance. Oh no! "FOX!" He cried, standing up quickly. And proceeding to hit his head. Ouch!! He was cornered. He was cornered! "Back off you mangy beast! Or I’ll... I’ll use these!" He flexed his claws in what he thought to be a menacing way, but just looked awkward.