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Post by Moon Coldbite on Jul 14, 2008 17:54:51 GMT -5
Well I am what you see
I am not what they say
Moon's white fur would have stood out against the golden woodchips if not for the fact that at the moment her fur wasn't white. More of a dusty brown color, really, so the chickens didn't really notice her. This was a combination of her camouflaged coat, and of course the chickens downright stupidity. She swayed along with the wind, her curious violet eyes watching the clumsy birds tumble along the ground in a sad attempt to pick up food. What were they eating, anyway? The woodchips? But the white she-cat just shook her head. Whatever he-or she? Well, whatever "it's" eating, it doesn't matter, because it's about to be eaten anyway.
Her white paws moved silently through the tall grass, and she crouched low to the ground, completely unnoticed. Close enough to reach out and poke the birds behind, she pounced, landing on the now screeching hen. Teeth met vertebrae, and the chicken went still. I'm getting better at this... The unremorseful-and hungry- she-cat though before licking her lips and eating. The rest of the birds had hurried into their home in a flurry of clucks and feathers, and Moon had laughed out loud when one tripped and fell into the pond. It had come out with an indignant look on it's face- beak? Moon really knew nothing about the species- before running after its cousins.
Her whiskers twitched; a scent was floating out from the trees, but she couldn't quite put her paw on it. It was familiar, but hazy. That's to say it was incredibly bad, she couldn't explain it further. Shrugging it off, she continued eating, but her bristling fur just wouldn't lie flat again. Something was watching her, and the rising panic in her throat bubbled over before she cried out, spinning around to face the force- but there was nothing, just that strange scent that seemed to come from every direction. She trembled, purple eyes flicking around the chicken coop, watching for danger. And then it hit her- the scent.
Dog.
but if I turned out to be
could you love me anyway Open to any cats who wish to join, but intended for the plot- that means you, Shiba and Aspen! Dogs, please! |
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Post by shibaaspen on Jul 15, 2008 17:10:42 GMT -5
Rip, rip
Rip and tear
Shiba's nose sniffed the ground expectantly, her large eyes flickering with delight as she caught scent of the little kitty. It had managed to escape her and Aspen somehow back at the barn but it wouldn't be so lucky again. It had probably figured that it was safe now. It would have had no idea that her and Aspen had been trailing it and hunting it down. She could have cared less about chasing a cat - there were tons to be found all over - but this one had escaped her earlier and that made her mad. She'd found another cat today and killed it and Aspen carried it in his mouth now. She grinned. The scent was growing stronger and stronger. And then... she saw her. Shiba grinned cruelly and eased forward.
"Hello, my pretty," she cooed dangerously, nodding at Aspen who then threw the dead body of the unlucky feline they had chanced upon earlier onto the ground. "Lookit that. One of your widdle friends was in the wrong place earlier today. Just like you are now." She gave a little laugh. She was enjoying this. It was a large suspicion that cats liked to play with their food... this little cat should take it back and be played with a little bit in return. She gave a small laugh, stepping forward softly, a growl beginning to sound in her throat. It rose into volume until she let out a full snarl, lunging forward at the unlucky cat.
Kill, kill, kill!
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Post by sheba on Jul 17, 2008 7:51:30 GMT -5
The chocolate lab lay on her back, letting her owner scratch her belly. He owner, the owner of the barn, the farmer, gave her another hearty pat and went to his garden. Sheba, who just wanted to take a nap, went to the barn. She was alarmed by the sound of a screeching chicken. She ran to the barn now.
When she rounded the back, she noticed two other dogs, and a cat. 'When will these guys stop coming around?' She sauntered out from behind the barn, and glanced over the three other animals. "Who said you could come on my land, mutts?" she growled, it coming from deep within her throat.
She held a hard gaze on the other fea. 'Shiba,' she thought, shaking her head. "Me and Butch marked our borders, and expected that you understood. Obviously you're too stupid to smell around the trees and such," she spat. They were pretty stupid, coming again, and again, killing all the cats that the farmer loved to have around to kill the rats. But when she turned her head to look at the little cat, she saw a dead chicken.
"You! Killing chickens? We ought to put up a sign that says, 'No eating the chickens,' it happens all the time! Maybe we should get a no trespassing sign too," she glared at the two dogs.
"You all have a warning, like you're gonna take it." She mumbled the last bit to herself. "You can kill this one, Shiba. She killed a chicken. I usually do it, but... You can." OOC: I was thinking that maybe Sheba could be the farmer's dog, and she has a brother named Butch. She only mentions him for now. She's usually really firendly, but nobody kills her chickens! XD;; |
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Post by Indigo Wintertrap on Jul 17, 2008 8:47:32 GMT -5
OOC: Let's pretend I'm on the right account 
Aspen growled as the new dog sauntered up. "We don't need no permission," he spat with a bit of a growl, lifting his head up high. If this fool of a dog thought she was going to boss him and Shiba around...He let out a deep warning growl, exploding into a full-out snarl. "No one calls us stupid, b****," he warned, drawing closer and closer to the stupid dog. "There's of course, the alternative that we just didn't care about your stupid borders. We go where we please." He snorted. Ignorant low-life, obviously dim-witted if she was going to stand in their way.
Shiba rolled her eyes at the stupid dog. Who was she to order them around? She was the freaking farmer's dog? A disgrace for associating with humans and letting them boss her around. And then thinking she could boss them around! Huh! She gave a shriek of laughter as Aspen stepped forward to deal with her, and turned her attention back to the cat - the one with the freaky eyes. "You heard her. You killed her widdle chicken. She won't even defend you, scum," she hissed, landing just in front of the cat. "Boo."
OOC: Yeah, that works out great! And Aspen and Shiba can just annoy and provoke her with their rudeness so she gets mad at them too and fights against them later |
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Post by Moon Coldbite on Jul 17, 2008 17:03:46 GMT -5
Moon cried out at the sight of the dead cat dropped before her. Yes, it was definitely dead, covered in blood, it was hard to even recognize the species, never mind the scent. She had no idea who this cat was. Backing away slowly, she was surprised when another dog appeared, and began arguing with the two others. Arguing! There was no way. But Moon didn't care if that meant a chance to get away. She had escaped Death last time, and wasn't sure she could do it again.
Shockingly, no panic flooded her, only a cool calm. The odd cold came over her again, even when the other dog claimed she had the right to kill Moon. What? It's only a chicken! What am I supposed to eat, leaves? She shrieked in her mind, but she began to get angry when they spoke again of her like she was a tiny mouse with broken legs. Resolve for revenge scored through her veins, and she didn't even flinch when Sheba turned back to her and whispered.
'Boo.
Moon hissed venomously, and lifted a paw above her head, ready to strike the dog. Her claws extended, she brought it down on the dogs muzzle- hard. Then she took off, running even faster than last time, which she would have never thought possible unless meeting these dogs again- it was true, the impossible was becoming a reality.
She could smell the dogs on her trail, of course they were following her. She wasn't sure what direction she was going in, or where she would end up, there was only one thing she she sure of;
She had to get away.
ooc: Lol when you compare the header img to my sig its kind of funny xD And I really don't know where she's going, to the river, or the dump? You tell me. |
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Post by Indigo Wintertrap on Jul 17, 2008 17:40:57 GMT -5
OOC: Um not sure.......don't think the dump yet. I think she should run to the river and we'll say she gets away but the dogs follow and find Coon and Gingko... and Sheba has a grudge towards them. That make sense? Lol. And yeah the contrast between post header and sig is quite funny.
Shiba gave a harsh laugh at the feline's reaction to the corpse. Pitiful, stupid weakling. She snorted, springing forward to the chase after her. She was not going to get away from them this time. There was no need for scent trailing, Shiba could see her as clear as day. She was not going to escape this time. She laughed again. "Run all you want but I'm coming for you all the same, my pretty," she cooed, the cruelness dripping off her voice like venom. She gave another laugh and sped up. They were nearing the woods and Shiba was not going to lose her there. She narrowed her eyes. It was beginner's luck that had enabled her to un away last time. And everyone knew beginner's luck only lasted the first time.
Aspen snarled again at the farmer's dog and dashed after Shiba. As he ran by Sheba he gave another snarl and lashed out with his claws to swipe at the foolish nuisance. "Huh." He smirked and sped up, running along after the she-dog in front of him. The kitten would not escape this time - she couldn't possibly. He grinned. He could smell her sweet terrified fragrance hanging on the air. He smelled it and he craved it with every fiber of his body. The adrenaline allowed him to increase his pace, almost reaching Shiba's side. Out of hiearchy - and pecking order - he remained a few paces behind her, matching her speed. Shiba wanted that cat though, he could tell. And what Shiba wanted, Shiba got. He smirked. Ooh, they were going to have fun with this one.
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Post by cheif on Jul 26, 2008 15:46:34 GMT -5
Cheif sniffed around the trees walking past a makeshift border set by a couple of house dogs. "Human pets" Cheif spat. He continued to walk picking up different trails as he went. Suddenly, he picked up the two scents he was looking for, "Shiba and Aspen, OH YEAH!!". Cheif Grinned and picked up his pace, his tongue lolled at the side of his mouth. He became so excited and eager to reach the other dogs he broke out into a full throttle run. He saw the roof of the farmer's house and smelled the fresh scent of chickens. His huge husky paws pounded the ground as he ran throwing peices of moss in his path. Other scents reached him and he stopped suddenly. He lifted up his nose to the air and opened his mouth to get a better taste. "Smells like the farmer's she-dog is stressed!" Chief wrinkled his nose " And I definently don't feel like dealing with a worked up female. Shiba gives me enough trouble as it is when I slip up" Cheif moved his pace to the left and ran around the outskirts of the chicken coop still on Shiba and Aspen's trail. It was growing dark but he could catch up in no time and the scent of cat only made the adreneline corse faster within his vains. Every muscle in Cheif's legs pumped harder and harder, running as fast as he could, avoiding every tree. His brown fur whisped in the wind. "Kitty, kitty! I want some kitty" Cheif laughed. Jumping out in front of him Aspen ran full speed behind Shiba, a white cat keeping its pace in front of the cruel jaws of Shiba. "Poor kitty I know what its like to be too close to those jaws. heh heh" Cheif let a huge howl and it ripped through the forest, excitement in every bounding step. "Let the games begin"
Admin's Note on August 25th: This thread is being locked and archived. We've decided that the dogs chase Moon for a bit but she miraculously gets away and runs off to warn other cats that she sees.
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