Is it Just Me, or are All of Us Crazy?

[Sparta<-]

Bracken and leaves quivered in the sudden gusts left behind by the speeding cat. Bushes crashed and crumbled with surprise. This cat was wild! He was almost feverish with unreasonable excitement. His blood pulsed through his veins like a thick river about to burst over into a waterfall. The black pools of his pupils were stretched wide, leaving only a small sliver of green. His jaws practically gaped with his heavy panting. It was almost doggish the way he ran aimlessly into the bushes and trees. His long, mottled coat was slicked back; the red tail streaming behind him like a streak of fire.

Sparta released an excited cry before coming to a sudden halt. The warm sun peeking through the clouds was the cause for his excitement. The young tom was anxious for newleaf. It made him skip with pure joy and quiver.

Suddenly his senses were alert to the enticing smells of prey. He leaped around to face the direction the prey was coming from. His tail lashed, it was a wonder the undersized nomad didn't scare his potential meal away from him. But Sparta wasn't worried about being stealthy. He was quite confident that his superior agility skills would be enough to catch any small creature.

As if he were still a kit, Sparta pounced up and over a bush were he had judged his prey to be. By a hairs breadth, he missed the actual position of a fat squirrel who let loose a terrified shriek. Ever light on his paws, Sparta shot after the fluffy creature as it suddenly took off for the safety of a nearby tree. Sparta growled eagerly, racing after his prize. With a single bond, he pursued the squirrel up the tree and snagged it in his claws. It cried out once more before pummeling to it's death with it's killer.

[<>SkY, eL nOmAd<>]

((Is this open to all of us? ))

[§lade]

{ THIS WORLD KEEPS SPINNING FASTER }
{ INTO A NEW DISASTER SO I RUN TO YOU }

It was so typical how his rest and enjoyment of the warm, spring day was rudely interrupted.
Pale green eyes, much like the precious cat's eye gems, glittered dully as they were narrowed to only slits. A long, sinewy tail twitched lazily, contented. The ever-present smile on the tom's face grew wider as his blotched pelt grew warm under the ultraviolet rays. Peacful. Calm. Enjoyable.
And then the crashing, the flash of red. Slade's tall ears pricked as Sparta came crashing through the undergrowth as if the hounds of the Underworld were on his tail. The tom's smile alarmingly faltered as he watched the other nomad dash around like a maniac out of an asylum. This was ridiculous! And Slade was just thinking about hunting in a little bit; Sparta did such a great job at chasing all of the prey away that was within a ten mile radius!
A small growl rumbled like thunder in the gangly tom's throat. He perched himself on a rock and scrutinized Sparta with a look of calmed fury. His slanted, green eyes were nothing but slits and his puzzle-like face was a mask of agonizing calm. The tom wasn't very fond of this fool who thought he was better than everyone else. Then again, Slade had no room to talk there.
" And why exactlly did you decide to ruin such a perfect day and scare whatever prey there was away? " Slade did have a point. At this time, the nomads had unfortunately settled in a very sparse area. Neccessities were scarce, and food and water had to be divided rationaly among the nomads. Slade went to sleep every night with a gaping hole in his stomach. But if Ari was pleased, so was he. " Don't you understand that we actually have to eat? "

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[Sparta<-]

[Laugh]
[Hold up your head]
[You're not finished yet 'cause you're not dead]


Slade. Just my luck.

Sparta turned to glare triumphantly at his fellow nomad. The squirrel he had chased was set firmly in his jaws. It's body still swung limply from it's freshly killed state. The tortoiseshell listened to Slade complain, rolling his eyes annoyingly. If he's so hungry, he should be hunting instead of scolding. The mouse-brain. With one of his trademark skips, the smaller cat trotted over to the rock Slade had perched himself on. He leaped up beside him easily, purring with a mixture of pride and amusement. Setting down his prey, Sparta sat up straight and lifted his head up.

"You have just witnessed the greatest catch the world of cats will ever know! Please, no applause. I know how much you love me." He rolled his eyes again before batting the squirrel to his companion. "Here, fuzzball. I can run down a couple rabbits if I have to." Not that Sparta knew where the rabbits were. He wasn't well known for his tracking abilities, just agility.

With a bored expression, the tom began to groom his long fur. His bushy red tail flipped handsomely over his paws. He was a bit proud of his distinctive coat and liked keeping it clean. "So," he mewed, in a more companionable tone. "Being one of Ari's favorite slaves, do you know if we're going to stay in the forsaken haven? Don't get me wrong, I love living where nothing else can, but . . . I think we all could do with a change of scenery." Sparta glared over the bushes and stones with disdain. The squirrel at his paws had been the first one he'd seen in a while. They couldn't stay here for much longer without starving.

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[( ARGoT )]

Argot watched Sparta and Slade argue calmly. He hated to hear such childish bickering and started to move forward. His belly was grumbling, complaining bitterly from lack of precious prey. Sparta was right - they needed another place to live. There wasn't much prey left and he longed to have his belly full again.

Swiftly, he dropped into a crouch and pricked his ears. He tried to tune out the other nomads' bickering and listened to the sounds of the forest.

Sparta had scared most of the prey away, Argot noticed with frustration. Stupid young cat! He slithered forward farther and nosed through the leaves at the bottom of an oak tree.

At that moment, a mouse scampered out of the leaves, seeking its chance to escape. But Argot's unique running skills made him streak through the forest. He killed the mouse quickly, nice and clean. He never made his prey suffer, only young cats would play with their food.

Argot padded quietly over to the other nomads and lay down on a nearby rock to sunbask while eating.

He peered up at Sparta with glassy green eyes. "Had to frighten off all the prey, huh?"