Post by Burningwing on Mar 12, 2007 12:30:28 GMT -5
//anyone//
[glow=black,2,300]
[glow=black,2,300]
A sleek, marble patterned cat creeped from the shadow where he laid. He stretched his long for legs out in front of him and flexed his claws in and out, indenting small marks in the soft snow. His legs were striped with delicate lines of soft, dark brown, while his base coat was a lush light almond match. His eyes were a hypnotizing yellow, outlined with a gleaming maroon outline making a striking appearance that shone with uniqueness. His claws gleamed a silver highlight in the evening light, which shone down from the sky above the rogue camp. He lolled out in the camp clearing, watching cats scurry this way and that, getting their dinner and organizing hunting parties.
He was Wolf.
He watched the sun hang in the sky, looking down on the rogues and scolding them with flickers of light as it sunk out of sky to its sleeping place. The moon shone down on the sun as the last flash of yellow gave way to the bright blue light of night. Wolf liked the night. It was when he could creep and stalk prey without fear of day creatures snagging dinner before him. But night also gave way to a whole new world of danger. Owls, raccoons, foxes all loomed in the shadows of day, but at night they prowled around without worry. Wolf twitched his whiskers that dotted his narrow framed face. He worried that Rain might also be prowling along with the predators of night time. His sister had a powerful craving for controlling him to make him do what she wanted him to. Of course, when Wolf would refuse to do her bidding. she would push him in the dirt. Wolf hated that.
He laid on the cold, frosted ground for quite a while, just staring at the stars. But then his mind began to pound with hunger and he yawned widely, showing many rows of needle sharp, gleaming white fangs. Licking his lips he sighed in fading contentedness and rose his body slowly, shaking his legs to get the numbness from not moving them for so long, out of them. Then, reluctantly, he padded over to the fresh-kill pile. It barely rose to his shoulder in height, which was small since he was still growing. His stomach rumbled in protest and, finally, he chose the plumpest mouse he could find.
Settling beside a large juniper bush near the camp entrance, he gnawed hungrily at it's back, ripping of a chunk of flesh and gulping it down as soon as it entered his mouth. Licking his lips in thought, he chewed of more hunks of meat, gobbling them down in hunger. Wolf gnawed and chewed at the dead mouse until it was nothing but bones. Pushing the skeletal supper away, he stroked his fur over with his small pink pink tongue. He traced it over his dark, brown stripes, which crossed over each other like a busy thunderpath. He dampened his paw and drew it over each ear to clean them out the started of his chest. A few bead lets of blood had dripped down his throat and over his chest fur. Curving his neck up, he lowered his head down with each stroke of his tongue. When contented that his fur was neat and tidy, he worked on his feet. Chewing in between his toes cleared away any bits of gravel of ice that wedged in between them. He licked his pads, clearing and cleaning scabs and cuts from sharp pieces of ice and rock that were stuck in them like annoying flies and honey. He finished off his grooming with a swipe over his nose and eyes, to clean away any tear stains or runny nose leaks.
After blinking his eyes a few times to clear away any dust and make them shine, he truly looked magnificent. His pelt shone like a slab of milk chocolate with dark cocoa stripes. His eyes gleamed like drops of frosting and his claws like sweet white chocolate. Overall, he looked good enough to eat. After a snack and good grooming, he felt playful and glanced around the clearing for someone to play with. When no one appeared, he tossed a small chunk of ice in the air and attempted to bat it. But instead, it landed with a thump! On his head. "Ow!" He meowed sorely.
[/glow]He was Wolf.
He watched the sun hang in the sky, looking down on the rogues and scolding them with flickers of light as it sunk out of sky to its sleeping place. The moon shone down on the sun as the last flash of yellow gave way to the bright blue light of night. Wolf liked the night. It was when he could creep and stalk prey without fear of day creatures snagging dinner before him. But night also gave way to a whole new world of danger. Owls, raccoons, foxes all loomed in the shadows of day, but at night they prowled around without worry. Wolf twitched his whiskers that dotted his narrow framed face. He worried that Rain might also be prowling along with the predators of night time. His sister had a powerful craving for controlling him to make him do what she wanted him to. Of course, when Wolf would refuse to do her bidding. she would push him in the dirt. Wolf hated that.
He laid on the cold, frosted ground for quite a while, just staring at the stars. But then his mind began to pound with hunger and he yawned widely, showing many rows of needle sharp, gleaming white fangs. Licking his lips he sighed in fading contentedness and rose his body slowly, shaking his legs to get the numbness from not moving them for so long, out of them. Then, reluctantly, he padded over to the fresh-kill pile. It barely rose to his shoulder in height, which was small since he was still growing. His stomach rumbled in protest and, finally, he chose the plumpest mouse he could find.
Settling beside a large juniper bush near the camp entrance, he gnawed hungrily at it's back, ripping of a chunk of flesh and gulping it down as soon as it entered his mouth. Licking his lips in thought, he chewed of more hunks of meat, gobbling them down in hunger. Wolf gnawed and chewed at the dead mouse until it was nothing but bones. Pushing the skeletal supper away, he stroked his fur over with his small pink pink tongue. He traced it over his dark, brown stripes, which crossed over each other like a busy thunderpath. He dampened his paw and drew it over each ear to clean them out the started of his chest. A few bead lets of blood had dripped down his throat and over his chest fur. Curving his neck up, he lowered his head down with each stroke of his tongue. When contented that his fur was neat and tidy, he worked on his feet. Chewing in between his toes cleared away any bits of gravel of ice that wedged in between them. He licked his pads, clearing and cleaning scabs and cuts from sharp pieces of ice and rock that were stuck in them like annoying flies and honey. He finished off his grooming with a swipe over his nose and eyes, to clean away any tear stains or runny nose leaks.
After blinking his eyes a few times to clear away any dust and make them shine, he truly looked magnificent. His pelt shone like a slab of milk chocolate with dark cocoa stripes. His eyes gleamed like drops of frosting and his claws like sweet white chocolate. Overall, he looked good enough to eat. After a snack and good grooming, he felt playful and glanced around the clearing for someone to play with. When no one appeared, he tossed a small chunk of ice in the air and attempted to bat it. But instead, it landed with a thump! On his head. "Ow!" He meowed sorely.
