Post by Slug on Oct 24, 2009 10:30:25 GMT -5
IMPORTANT
Do not post until Toasty has. >:c I made this thread mainly for her, so y'all should WAIT. Kthx.
Also, Toasty I'm sorry if this post is bad. e-e;
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Hazel eyes narrowed with hunger, staring intensely at the small avian before them. Their owner was stiff as a statue, muscles tightening like spring-coils as the predator prepared for it's next kill, maw parting open in a grin, baring it's monstrous fangs at no one in particular.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the beast sprang, bursting from the leafs while pushing hard against the branch, flinging itself at the crow, a yowl escaping it's mouth. However, it's attempts came out fruitless, for the crow was prepared, launching itself off the tree's limb and soaring high into the morning sky, black wings flapping.
It's attacker was now out in the open, and with another caw, the crow swooped down and pecked the feline hard on the head, dodging it's slow swipes with ease. The crow then gave a cackle-like-screech, dragging it's talons merciless across the other's ear, earning a pained snarl in return.
Using the pause from the behemoth to it's advantage, the crow gave it one last, hard peck on the head, the loud, tapping noise ringing in the predator's ears, eyes blinking feverishly as it scrambled to regain it's balance.
The hunter lost the battle, though, and slipped off the branch, tumbling downward to the ground, spinning in the air like a furry top.
Then there was only darkness.
He limped into camp with as much dignity as possible, head high and shoulders squared. However, as much as he tried, his condition probably did not go unnoticed by others.
His ear was ripped and bloody while his backleg tried it's best to work properly, each step it took wobbly; his fur was tangled with dirt, leafs, and moss, giving him a rather crazed appearance-- he looked like he just walked out of a bar fight, to say the least.
Settling down in the shadows near the warrior's den, the large feline began grooming himself, spitting out any dirt, leaf, or strand of moss he came by. After a while, he seemed to be satisfied with his progress and ceased his actions, proceeding to shake himself violently, the remains of his fall flying off of him almost eagerly.
Huffing, the StreamClanner was pleased enough with his work and left the rest of his fur alone, twitching his blood-crusted ear in annoyance. Glaring down at his paws, the tom then and there vowed to never climb a tree ever again. Ever.
"Today is not my day." Clayfang finally muttered.
Do not post until Toasty has. >:c I made this thread mainly for her, so y'all should WAIT. Kthx.
Also, Toasty I'm sorry if this post is bad. e-e;
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Hazel eyes narrowed with hunger, staring intensely at the small avian before them. Their owner was stiff as a statue, muscles tightening like spring-coils as the predator prepared for it's next kill, maw parting open in a grin, baring it's monstrous fangs at no one in particular.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the beast sprang, bursting from the leafs while pushing hard against the branch, flinging itself at the crow, a yowl escaping it's mouth. However, it's attempts came out fruitless, for the crow was prepared, launching itself off the tree's limb and soaring high into the morning sky, black wings flapping.
It's attacker was now out in the open, and with another caw, the crow swooped down and pecked the feline hard on the head, dodging it's slow swipes with ease. The crow then gave a cackle-like-screech, dragging it's talons merciless across the other's ear, earning a pained snarl in return.
Using the pause from the behemoth to it's advantage, the crow gave it one last, hard peck on the head, the loud, tapping noise ringing in the predator's ears, eyes blinking feverishly as it scrambled to regain it's balance.
The hunter lost the battle, though, and slipped off the branch, tumbling downward to the ground, spinning in the air like a furry top.
Then there was only darkness.
He limped into camp with as much dignity as possible, head high and shoulders squared. However, as much as he tried, his condition probably did not go unnoticed by others.
His ear was ripped and bloody while his backleg tried it's best to work properly, each step it took wobbly; his fur was tangled with dirt, leafs, and moss, giving him a rather crazed appearance-- he looked like he just walked out of a bar fight, to say the least.
Settling down in the shadows near the warrior's den, the large feline began grooming himself, spitting out any dirt, leaf, or strand of moss he came by. After a while, he seemed to be satisfied with his progress and ceased his actions, proceeding to shake himself violently, the remains of his fall flying off of him almost eagerly.
Huffing, the StreamClanner was pleased enough with his work and left the rest of his fur alone, twitching his blood-crusted ear in annoyance. Glaring down at his paws, the tom then and there vowed to never climb a tree ever again. Ever.
"Today is not my day." Clayfang finally muttered.
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