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Post by LARKFUR on Nov 30, 2013 15:07:55 GMT -5
he hadn't been greatly worried when the little creature had first spotted him stalking in the brush. after all, he'd never been the best hunter; his mother, bearflower, used to say he was more like a lumbering bear than she was. plus, it wasn't unheard of for him to get bored mid-crouch and just call the whole things quits. however, he began to realize something was wrong when the tan squirrel swiveled around as quick as a lightning strike and charged towards him. naturally, larkfur was terrified.
after a couple minutes of chase, the brown and white tabby started to wonder how he would taste, seeing as the squirrel was never going to give up and obviously devour him. would he be fatty? stringy? maybe he'd taste like all the other small animals he'd eaten in his life. he fondly remembered the time when his mother brought an egg back from the gathering, saying it was a gift from one of her cliffclan friends. it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and it honestly depressed him that he'd never get another chance to eat one again, seeing as he was going to die.
however, lady luck appeared to save the horrified tom when he spotted an important landmark of their territory: the treebridge. oh thank starclan, and even thank the squirrel's god for sparing my life. normally, the warrior would be a little worried about jumping onto the bridge highway (he always felt like he was going to get horribly lost amongst all the fallen logs), but this time he was just thinking about escape from the hellbeast that was practically gnawing on his tail. leaping onto the first, and main, log with the grace of a newborn foal, larkfur scrambled over the dry bark towards the second before taking a deep breathe of relief. as he turned to look down at the beast with a smug face, he suddenly realized,
"oh, yeah. squirrels climb trees." mousedung.
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Post by LOTUSPAW on Nov 30, 2013 15:20:53 GMT -5
It wasn't often at all that little Lotuspaw was allowed out of camp. She couldn't exactly figure out why, I mean come on every cat is allowed out of camp every now and then. But oh yea, she blind, she is the little baby of the clan and isn't allowed to do anything. Yet thats the exact reason the little fluffy orange tabby had (Not all to quietly) snuck out of camp and run off. Well she tumbled off, not knowing the territory all too well. Sure this wasn't a brilliant idea but when you are stuck in a black hole all your life tripping and falling isn't all too bad anymore.
With that she made her way along, not a care in the world. Running off she hit something. It wasn't like that little 'Oh me I hit my paw on the branch!' No it was more like Bloody hell my head hurts. Because this tiny cat smacked head first into a log, the exactly log that Larkfur was in, though she didn't know this.
"Dear Starclan... Ow.." She muttered, rubbing her head with her paw, whimpering a bit. A small amount of blood was seeping through her fluffy fur from a small cut the stump had given her. "Why am I so bloody useless"
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Post by LARKFUR on Nov 30, 2013 16:00:27 GMT -5
"please, i'm sorry! you only looked a bit tasty - no i mean, you looked very tasty - look, i'll find you acorns and stuff, just spare me--"
it wasn't his best moment, larkfur would later admit, but if any other cat had thought they were going to die, he was sure they would've done the same. however, after a few heart wrenching, terrifiyng moments, larkfur peeked his head out of his hiding spot, wondering just why he was still breathing, and saw his hero. or, more correctly, his heroine.
"l... lotuspaw? did you scare it away?" he gasped out, staring at his clanmate with wide, owlish eyes.
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