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Post by Cloud on Dec 26, 2010 21:06:07 GMT -5
Beneath the shoes upon your feet
And the smell of tar and flame
In this lovely, deadly game
Pebbletail was bored. Hungry, but still bored, and not hungry enough to bother to hunt. She had no taste for crickets right now, anyway. She wanted rat. Hot, juicy, filthy delicious rat. But there seemed to be no one in this bit of the enclosure, and though the heat made it uncomfortable to stop for too long, she didn't feel much like moving beyond wandering in aimless circles, the sand crunching quietly against the layer of rock beneath.
Why not more sand? Thought the gray she-cat hazily in her endless repetitions. Why this stoned hard...stone? Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were soft sand...or better, water, even...
And no smell of other cats, she thought, wrinkling her nose at the scent of dirt. It was always there, but seemed particularly irritating today.
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Post by Ten on Dec 26, 2010 21:29:53 GMT -5
Today was a slow day -- with the lull in rat hunts, how was a tom supposed to steal anything to eat? It was as if the hunters of the enclosure had gone on strike, forcing him to hunt for himself. But they couldn't suck this lean, mean tabby into their little games. They were the ones who'd be doing the hunting around here, and until they did, he'd just... wait.
Grimykit hated to wait.
But making his rounds though the center of their universe, he spotted a lone she-cat, and that's when things got more interesting. "Helloooo, pretty kitty," he purred, sidling up to her. "Feelin' gray? How's 'bout addin' a lil' spice t'yer lonesome life?" Grinning, he gave her a one-eyed wink. His other eye having been scarred out of existence by a bloodthirsty brute could only add to the charm.
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Post by Cloud on Dec 27, 2010 12:01:25 GMT -5
Well, she might have to hunt just to relieve her -
Wait.
WHAT?
What was this ugly, disgusting, dirt-awful piece of slime from the depths of sin doing next to HER?
Her short gray fur practically leaping off her skin, she flinched away, jumping with a twist backwards and crouching down, her tail lashing on the warm grit and her claws digging into the tiny points of rock.
"I am gray, you imbecilic excuse for a cricketbrain. I am feeling annoyed, particularly because you decided to TOUCH me with your filthy body that smells worse than a decaying corpse. If you leave me in peace I will not be forced to make your life painful. Good day."
She was still crouched, still ready to leap upon him if he did not take her wise advice. She could beat him easily, being bigger than him and - obviously - more intelligent.
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Post by Ten on Dec 27, 2010 19:38:11 GMT -5
"I know yer gray," Grimykit replied, forcing an awkward chuckle. "I c'n see ya purdy well.
"Now listen, Easy-on-the-eyes, take it easy. Whatcha up and lose yer whiskers fer? Ain't like I'z no dirtfaced Clanner." He lifted a paw and licked it to prove a point. Despite his name, his fur was clean today.
"Y'know... if a loner like yousself took the time ta have a lil' fun, ya might clear the bats outta yer brain." Leering, he stepped towards her, dragging his paws and purring.
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Post by Cloud on Dec 27, 2010 20:42:58 GMT -5
Her ears flattening, the angry con's face twisted into a snarl, her yellow fangs bared and her green eyes radiating disgust. Her long, lean body shot forward, her claws scrabbling slightly on the grainy surface as she ran at the insolent wretch, slashing at his face with wildly swinging claws as she went by.
Pebbletail ran a little ways past him, then spun around, panting slightly, the awful smell of the tom making her nose scrunch up a bit. Now that that was taken care of, she could mull over his words.
Dirtbrain. Stupid idiot. Maybe he wasn't a Clanner, but he was obviously as dumb as the worst of them. Taking to her like that, ugh! Besides, she wasn't a stupid harlot like Hailpaw who took up with any tom who glanced her way. If she ever had a mate, it would be someone intelligent, respectful, and frankly better-looking than this vermin.
"You're the one with bats in your brain, you despicable louse. I know what you want and you're not going to get it, so clear out now before I have to make your fur a new color" she growled, crouching again like she had before, every muscle tensed for the probable fight.
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Post by Ten on Dec 27, 2010 20:58:33 GMT -5
Grimykit shrunk back, ears nicked. "Graugh. Stoned, lizard-hearted rat doe. If you ever have kits, they'll die in your belly," he hissed before slinking away. He'd already lost one eye. He didn't want to lose another.
It seemed like his luck with the ladies was getting worse. What was with these girls? Honestly. He was not having a good day. He needed something to make up for this.
Time to visit Hailpaw.
ooc| Is Hailpaw in the experiment yet? I think you need to post on that thread; that should wrap a few undercurrents and open up a spot for Grimykit to come along and see the kits (although I think we should make a new thread for that).
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