S.t.a.y.i.n.g for a night;; [Silver]

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

Jarrah stealthily crept across the barn floor. A ginger chicken cocked its head to the side as it spotted the ivory tom pause. It bocked and started to run towards the others. But Jarrah was too quick, he darted forward and snapped the chicken's neck with a small pounce. He settled down into a confey position, plucking the feathers out to make a nice lining.

Once he was finished, he starting eating the chicken, but really he wasn't that hungry. He glanced over at Silver, and after trying to get her to notice him, he called for her. Hey Silver, would you like to share this chicken with me? Or would you like to catch your own, they are quite big for one cat. He walked over to her, the remainder of his chicken in his jaws. Setting it down in front of the tabby femme, he cocked his head to the side, and waited for her answer.

He yawned wide, and split the feathers he had plucked into two piles. After putting on of the piles in his bed, he spread the other half over the bed he'd readied for Silver. He looked into her smokey silver opts, although he knew she was blind he swore he could feel her eyes on him, placed on his own eyes, unmoving. Swallowing uneasily, he stepped back, waiting for reply towards both the prey and the bed. He wanted to ask her if everything was ok, and if she didn't want the chicken feathers in her bed. But he didn't want to ask too many questions at once, afraid of overwhelming her.

Did I get your ^{a t t e n t i o n}
'Cause I'm sending all the ^{s i g n s}

;;Speedy xoxo

[silvermoon]

After shaking the her fur, a noise filled silver's ears. It was mostly just rustling, something running and some clucking. She realised that Jarrah must be trying to catch one of them and in her head she pictured the scene. Altuough, what she pictured wasn't entirly realistic for the chickens were puprle giants all trying to fly and running around s if they had their heads cut off. She almost laughed at the images her mind showed. She heard a soft thud as one hiyt the floor and she knew that Jarah must have caught one.

Hey Silver, would you like to share this chicken with me? Or would you like to catch your own, they are quite big for one cat. [/i] The scent of a freshly killed meat filled silver's nose. Her mouth watered a little. Other then tuna, she never had actual meat before, just those hard pellets. However, for a second, she didn't realize Jarrah was talking to her for she wasn't used to hearing others say her actual name. Her mother and her brother were the onyl ones who didn't call her Sarah and even then her brother called her Simmy. However, her head snapped back to the present and she smiled at Jarrah.

thanks. I'm starving. The chickens, how big are they? Silver wandered with amasment as one of the stupider chickenes bumped into the practically motionless cat. Her mouth watered almost to the extent of drooling so she tore a chunk off the bit the remained and moved a little out of the doorway, closer to the beds Jarah had made. Just for the sake of conversation, she stared in Jarrah's directiong. How long have you lived in the wild? oh and just call me simmy. The question wasn't just blurted out like her previouse ones. She was genuinly curious. she already knew he had a den so he must have lived here for a while. But then again he did say he was around one years. Either way, it didn't matter, he had lived here longer then her and could proably show her what to do like an elder teaching a kitten to climb.

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

Um, the chickan are alittle smaller than you are... hehe, I don't know how to explain it better than that. He paused, trying to think of a better explination or another way to word it. He sighed as nothing came to mind, but didn't worry much about it for Silver soon took a bite. He smiled at her famished lunges toward the chicken and soon lay down again.

He nodded toward her prefered name and dipped his head afterwards. Simmy he thought, cute. Not for very long... Maybe a few months, around the end of summer. You? He cocked his head sideways as he finished his answer with another question. He waited silentlf for her answere, not aware that there was another animal lurking in the back of the coop. Loudly yet steadily he made his way back to his nest and settled into it.

A low growl rippled through the air before the fae could answer the question. The fur on the ivory tom went strait up and made him look twice as big. He squinted his cerulean opts, facing the direction the sound had origined. A sly figure crpt forward, its black eyes locked on to Jarrah's. Stiffling a hiss, the feral stumbled clumbsily around, desperate to find safety.

The bright ginger creature was a new one for Jarrah, for he had never seen them. He has heard stories before, he heard that these sly creatures were called foxes; that are feirce and will always take on any apponent. Whimpering as the fox came closing, he closed his eyes, nnot wanting his life to end so shortly.

I don't believe in ^{m u c h}
I need ^{h e l p}

[silvermoon]

A threatening noise disrupted Silver and Jarrah. Silver turned her head. Jarrah was whuimpering, and whatever was scoming was definalty slightly bigger then them for it's footsteps were heavier. Silver hissed, letting this newcomer know not to mess with any of her friends. Her fur arched and the silver cat's ears went back.

she couldn't see the creature, she didn't know what it was. However, she couldn't let anyone scar her newly found friend. She couldn't let anyone dare threaten them. silver moewed, spat, hisse, yet the thing took no heed.

The thing came closer. Angered, Silver launched herself at it's scent, hoping to startel it, frighten it. Hopeing to give Jarrha enough time to stop whimpering and help her fight back.

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

Jarrah was surprised by Simmy's attack on the fox. He cocked his head, wondering why she would do such a thing, but then remembered that both of their lives were in danger. He flashed back to the scene, and darted toward the nasty figure. Its neck snapped toward the sound of Jarrah's pounce, and it attempted to free itself from the strangle it was receiving from the blind yet brave fae.

Pushing in between the two, he managed to knock the ginger fox the the ground. Jarrah wondered how she and him hadn't smelled the figure earlier in their arrival. He pushed his jaws into the fox's neck, after letting out a squeal, it struggled free, while also swiping Jarrah in the face. Thrashing in his own bubbled out space Jarrah went. A large line of red was spread across his mask, scarlet blood dripped to the ground. While Jarrah attempted to clear himself of the thick blood, the fox darted yet again at Silver. After a good wack, the fox scurried away, a nasty glare placed upon its mask.

Tears streamed down the ivory feline's face, leaving clean streaks where it had been dirty just before. The blood hadn't stopped, and now it was getting worse as the sweet scent stung his nose. After more thrashing and continued crying, the liquid swept into the cerulean optics of his, and a scream escaped his mouth.

Will seem more like bad ^{d r e a m s}
Just a series of ^{b l u r s}

_{Word Count: 235
Muse: medium-low}

[silvermoon]

Silver senced the fox coming to her and she prepared for it. Her muscels were starting to go weak and exhausted. Scratches seemed to cover her hide, yet she paid no intention to them. hen the fox was close enough, she lunged at it, her claws whishing to have either kill it or have it run.

The scent of blood, a lot of blood filled Silver's nose. A scream rang to her ears. Jarrah! Silver's head whipped around till her nose and ears wer both facing the source of the scent of blood. Fear seemed to waver off her, fear that he fox might have killed her friend.

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

The screeching stopped as he heard his name, worried that he would frighten the blind female. He settled down, but not only for his sake, but to show Silver he was ok. He hoped that her blindness hadn't weakened her, and he wondered whether she knew if the fox was still around. Of coarse, Jarrah felt blind himself. The blood had trickled from his head to his eyes, and if he opened them, it would sting. Not only would it hurt for a long period of time, it would be stained the blood red color.

Silver, are you ok? He swung his head around, desperately trying to place where her voice was coming from. Not only could he not open his eyes, he could tell the sun had set, and that night had begun. Night critters crept outside, staying on task with their daily songs.

After taking a few needed breaths, he sat up. He could tell the fox was gone, so he continued getting higher. Feeling his way around, he made it over to the doorway. He pushed one of the door open, and moonlight stramed in. Jarrah gasped with pleasure, for even his tightly closed orbs could imagine and feel the light. He wiped his paws over his eyes, the blood fleeing to the side. After a 30 second wash, he reopened his opts. It was as if he was a newborn kitten again. Everything seemed so vivid and new, when really he just hadn't seen it for a few minutes. But he switched his thoughts to the more important ones: was Silver ok? Was she injured? Silver? Are you hurt?

_{Word Count 273
Muse less than usual}

[silvermoon]

The silver cat breathed heavily. the scent of the fox still stung her nose but it was leaving. Her legs trembeled, her teeth were bared. The cat ached everywhere. She could hear her heart punding and almost dind't hear Jarrah.

The fur on Silver's back was still up after two mintues of the fox leaving. She didn't move. She didn't speak. Instead, she strained her ears, she took in long snifs of air, then tiny quick ones. The fox had left. When she came to accept that, Silver smiled. Her first night out of the house and she already made a friend, got a toy (the pumpkin), faught and won against a fox.

After mintues of not moveing more then tiny tremers, Silver turned towards the main scent of her friend. still with a smile. Silver was scratched up a bit, but nothing that won't heal in a few weeks. Nothing bad. However, she could still smell some blood on Jarrah, and that worried her.

"I'm fine, but your bleeding. Is it bad?" Silver questioned the male. She wasn;t sure excactly how much blood she was smelling. Everything was mixed up. There was the chiken, the fox, her, and Jarrah. Their blood seemed to mix around in the tiyn chicken coop. Man, the farmer is gonna be ticked when he sees what he has to clean.

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

The bleeding... it has stopped, its just the scent hanging in the air. He hoped this reassured the fae; he hated it when any cat, whether it was a friend or enemy, kin or not kin, was worried or sad. He didn't know what to say, so he just stood still. He attempted to open his eyes through the stinging it was providing him again his will, bu it was no use, he just left them be. Maybe after some sleep they would feel better, if he ever got to sleep.

He flipped his head around, scratching an itch present on his ear. Afterwards he licked the remainder of the blood off that was plastered to his buldgy bodice. It wasn't long after the battle, so the blood was still sticky and wet, which was a good thing. The blood is harder to pull off after it's plastered and dried. He settled down to his side, ready for sleep and for the day to be over. At least it was dark and the sun was down, he just didn't know how late it was. But he wasn't about to find out, he didn't plan on getting shredded to peices by abother fox.

Let's get some sleep. We really need it with everything we've been through today. Plus, I'm feeling really tired. As if he needed more to explain his tire, he yawned along with the last of the words. It was a large yawn that stretched his mouth far, it felt good to get those muscles moved, and he tried again to yawn. It was no use, especially with how tired he felt. He didn't wait for Silver to reply back to him, he just went right on into dozzing mode. The sleep felt good in his body, and he realized then just how much they really needed this.

_{Word Count 306
Muse a little less than regular}

[silvermoon]

Silver sighed, releived that her friend hadn't been hurt too much. The fae turned her attention ftrom the tom and begain licking off blood from the scratchs on her legs, back, and two on her chest. The blood was still comign out but it was slowing up. The fae felt the impulse to go out in the rain and let the multpule drops wash it away, however, Silver didn't like getting wet.

Silver didn't move her feet by her will, they moved themself. She needed to sleep. Silver sniffed out the beds of moos and found the one Jarrah was not sleeping in. Silver moved some of the feathers about till there was a nice spread in the center. After that was finished, she carefully got in it as if she was stepping on eggshells while tryng not to breack them. When she finnaly laid down, she curled up, hiding half her face and her paws under her tail. It didn't take long before Silver was asleep.

Even though Silver was alseep, her ears remained opean and listening. The sound of a door opeaning could have awoken her. However, the door didn't opean so she remained asleep. The clucks of the chickens still upset over the fox, occasionally cause Silver to stir.

[Jarrah Eclipsemoon]

[is this post over now?]

[silvermoon]

i think.

[amber]

OOC: k, sorry, wrong account.