Our Stomachs a Rumblin'

[osprey]

[ Reserved for Lily Brokenwinge, but others may join. ]

Picturesque trees devoured the large-framed black tom, and he swerved through the dense foliage. Prey rustled all around, but it was way too cramped here. No cat could stalk properly unless they had some kind of super powers, twigs and leaves littered the ground. Osprey groaned inwardly as he leapt swiftly over a small cluster of rocks. The sun was beaming down from the heavens now, and his temperature was increasing rapidly. Thanks to his thick, fluffy coat of fur (that had not finished moulting yet) he was boiling in this human atmosphere.

Osprey's sensitive ears pinpointed the whereabouts of other felines, and his well-developed nose confirmed his suspicions. He headed rapidly towards the North-west, where the trees were thinning. Inwardly, he was hoping to discover a small clearing. The tom glanced back every now and again, checking that his companion was still keeping up. He was sure that she would have no trouble, although her size was diminutive - her energy was exceedingly high.

The trek was long and tedious, but he could sense by the growing amount of small rustles and the air cooling that there would most likely be some good hunting grounds nearby. His mind drifted towards the she-cat he had met. She was annoying, yes, but he realized he liked her. She wasn't bad for a kitten, he would be pleased to let her come along with him. His mind continued to assess Lily. She seemed such an active and fun young cat she wouldn't have any difficulties making friends. Unlike himself. Osprey tended to be pleasant to only those he liked or could possibly like. In contrast, he could be over-the-top cruel when he needed to protect his friends.

The tom paused to scent the air. The smell of other cats was stale, but the smells of prey hung fresh and plentiful in the air. "Lily," he called, I believe I have found a great place to hunt."

[lillibrokenwinge]

OOC: I am going to try to post longer... Now that I ate. XD;

IC:

Tiny fea followed the black male closely, keeping her steps quick and up-beat. She gazed around her, the trees making a border on the scene. She looked at Osprey now and then, secretly thinking things like, 'He's quite handsome,' and the like. She had begun to like the older male, who wasn't the much older. She was only six months younger than him, though her young mind was not thinking about what many older femmes would be thinking. She was happy having a friend who seemed to know where he was going, even if he didn't.

Lilly's ears perked at the sound of her name. She smiled as she though of her stomach finally being full again. She looked up at Osprey. "Do you smell anything?" She spoke squeakily and happily. Her emerald eyes stared at the male. She was going to hunt. She hadn't done this in a long time, and she was eager to. She opened 'er mouth slightly, letting a mouse scent waft in. 'Yes!' she thought as she crouched low. She padded softly, not making a sound. 'Come out, come out, where ever you are!' she thought as she approached a strong scent trail. She scanned the area. This was going quite well, seeing she hadn't hunted in, what, a month?

Lilly heard an ignorant rustle. The mouse had no idea it was being stalked. By mere instinct, Lilly was following the mouse. She felt her stomach starting to rumble. 'No, no, no! It'll scare the mouse away!' Lilly took a deep breath, trying to stop her stomach from rumbling. After a minute of sucking in her stomach, and not hearing a sound, she continued to stalk the mouse, who had scurried farther when Lilly stopped. Then, Lilly saw it. The biggest, tastiest looking mouse she had ever seen. Her mouth watered as she thought of sinking her teeth into it. She took a few more soft steps, then....

Pounce! Lilly jumped onto the mouse, crushing it with her tiny frame. She bit it quickly, taking it's life. Then she sunk her teeth into it deeply. Her stomach would no longer growl.

[osprey]

Amber eyes followed the minute orange feline, as she trekked through the forest, seemingly she didn´t have any trouble keeping up. Osprey watched, smiling gently as she looked up at him and asked if he could smell anything. He opened his jaws slightly, and breathed in. The smells wafted against the roof of his mouth, where his sensitive scent glands were. He was about to point out that he had detected the fresh, clear scent of mouse - nevertheless it seemed that Lilly had already noticed it.

As she crouched down, he steadily inspected her position. Her diminutive frame was an advantage to her: although Osprey had grown used to hunting without snapping any twigs with his huge paws; he still lacked the ability to move silently, unlike Lilly, who seemed to have mastered it.. even at such an early age. He swivelled his ears towards her, even though he was targeting her paws, he could not pick up many signs of sound.

As she continued to progress inaudibly towards the undergrowth where (he believed) the mouse was foraging, he noticed a squirrel, scurrying around the base of a tree. The charcoal shadow of a cat eyed the squirrel interegingly, he realized it might be a prime target for later. He winced as he heard the faint rumble of her stomach. He hadn´t realized how hungry she actually was - he had just assumed that (being how young she was) she ate as soon as she got slightly peckish.

Osprey let out a quiet mrrow of congratulations, as she pounced on the giant of a mouse. He was also surprised that her build had been able to destroy such a huge creature. With a swift bite, he noticed she had taken its life.

Beaming, he padded over to her. "Well done! Great catch," he purred. "Go on, you can go ahead and eat it, I´ll catch something myself."

His amber gaze once again passed over the clearing, as he heard a small rustle in a nearby bush. He slipped confidently into the hunter´s crouch, before sneaking across the surface and diving onto an un-suspected mouse. Before it could let out a squeal of alarm, he gagged it with his furry black paw. Before he could dispatch it witha swift bite to the throat, it slipped out of his grasp and dashed back into cover.

Osprey would have turned bright crimson - if you could see it behind his fur. A mere kitten had more hunting skills than he had! He avioded Lilly´s gaze and diverted his attention, once again to the squirrel he had noticed earlier - now scampering about (within his reach) on the trunk of the tree..

ooc:; This computer won´t let me paste the text into the word counter - I´m hoping it´s over 100 words. :]

[Indigo Wintertrap]

OOC: Haha Osprey - it's 443. 100 words is:

Amber eyes followed the minute orange feline, as she trekked through the forest, seemingly she didn´t have any trouble keeping up. Osprey watched, smiling gently as she looked up at him and asked if he could smell anything. He opened his jaws slightly, and breathed in. The smells wafted against the roof of his mouth, where his sensitive scent glands were. He was about to point out that he had detected the fresh, clear scent of mouse - nevertheless it seemed that Lilly had already noticed it.

As she crouched down, he steadily inspected her position. Her diminutive frame was an

Lol! It's awesome, just wanted to comment and let you know it's well over xD Congrats!

[osprey]

ooc:; Thanks! I'm back from my hols now.. with a working right button on my mouse! Horray! :] And keys that actually respond when you press them the first time.. I hate hotel computers at times.

[lillibrokenwinge]

Lily giggled, trying to keep it suppressed. She had aught this huge mouse, and then the older, more wise male had only caught a mouse that he had to choose as a subsitute for a squirrel? She was happy, all the same, that her stomach's gurgleing hadn't startled her prey.

"Hey, Osprey... Did you decide on being my friend or not, yet? Because, ya know, a friend would be nice," Lilly set her tail on the ground before biting into the kill heartily. She smiled. She hadn't eaten such fresh meat in a long time. She had to eat those kibbles and the wet jello stuff that the humans called cat food, but really, this was cat food. This was what all cats should taste atleast once in their lives.

Lilly glanced around. The forest was full of wonderful sounds, sounds you could only hear in summer. The birds chirping delightedly, the buzz of dragonflies wings, bees collected pollen and nectar. Summer was Lilly's favorite season, not only because of the sounds and scents, but also because the flower she was named after came out during this season. She smiled as she remembered when she had first seen a lilly, and how Sally pointed it out almost instantly. From then on Lilly searched for the flowers, and smelled them everytime she saw them, in rememberence of Sally, and her old home.

[osprey]

The forest was active at the moment, with a breeze in the air and the sun beating down on the two feline figures in the small clearing. Osprey, the larger of the duo, swiped a paw across his whiskers and twisted his head away to cover his embarrassment. He shifted around uneasily as Lilly giggled, but the ebony male was still smiling softly. He was determined to catch something now. He turned his body around, and diverted his attention to the squirrel. Osprey increased his will to stay silent, and held back the giggles that rose up in his throat. His eyes narrowed, and the charcoal figure slunk down and crept across the clearing. The prey here seemed uncredibly oblivious of his intentions, even though the cats were making enough noise to wake the whole forest.

His paws continued to sweep inaudibly towards his primary target: the squirrel. His amber eyes fixed themselves on the rodent, its bushy, auburn brown tail was distracting as it waved around almost mockingly infront of the inky black shadow of a cat. He crouched down further, and bunched up his muscles before springing rapidly into the air before crashing down, one large dark paw pressing firmly on its back. His other paw shot out, his claws slashed across the squirrel's throat and he executed it with a swift bite to the neck. He carried his kill over to Lilly with a purr of victory. "Come on, let's tuck in!" Osprey dipped his head down and began to eat ravenously. He was starving, but he was soon filled, the squirrel was quite a big one. Compared to most, that is.

The rodent tasted sweet in contrast to what he used to feed on before he had arrived at Nenbrook. Mostly rubbish, human junk. He despised the taste of human food, a nice fresh mouse, (or squirrel) was much more satisfying. He savoured it pleasently, before sitting back up, purring. Osprey's purr was unusually loud. The black feline believed that each cat had his or her individual purr, some were almost inaudible and some were deafeningly loud, some with rythematic and musical, some were just short bursts of pleasure. Osprey's was simple, but not at all quiet to say the least. He glanced over to Lilly with a diminutive smile. "So, what do you want to do now?"

[lillibrokenwinge]

"Yay! Osprey caught one!" Lilly giggled. She smiled and bit into her mouse that she had caught herself, and was soon finished in a few minutes.

"Did you hear my question before, Osprey?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful brown eyes. Her ribbon blew in the light breeze that had just passed. She was happy.

She had a friend, whether he would say so or not, and she had a full belly. And she was getting along quite well. yeah, she missed Sally, but she had to go on. If she focused on what she left behind, she would never be able to see what lie ahead. She had heard that quote from some movie Sally watched. With rats in it. And a funny fat man.

"I don't know... Wanna... Nawh, you won't wanna do that." She wanted to go swimming, she had an unuaual love for water, probally the Turkish Van way back in her lineage, but Osprey probally wouldn't want to do that. He seemed to... Not lazy. Not boring. Maybe just too grown up?

[osprey]

Osprey smiled, amused at Lilly's celebrating mew. "Yay, go me!" He purred, still grinning pleasantly. He waited patiently for Lilly to finish her mouse, sitting with his long tail curled around his paws for extra comfort. He was enjoying this little 'trip out' with his newly made companion.

"I did, I did indeed hear you say that," he began, "But I'm such a silly old thing I forgot to answer. Anyway, well, I'll think about it!" There was a lot of humour in Osprey's tone as he spoke, he really would love to have Lilly as his official first 'Street cat friend' but he decided to play around a bit first. Not for the first time, he noticed her ribbon blowing in the breeze. He laughed quietly, before batting at it happily with one ebony paw. He missed, and aimed again, he once again missed the target and he gave up, annoyed. When 'the ribbon wasn't looking' he swivelled around and managed to bat it playfully.

He listened intently as Lilly began to suggest something. He looked disappointed as she didn't tell him. "Oh, go on! Anything will do for me, I'm not that picky. I can do mud, forests, rubbish, any old thing!" Osprey joked comically, smiling. Lilly was turning to be a better friend that he ever had. Lilly's physical form reminded him slightly of his sister, but he ignored that, mentally she was nothing like her at all. Kind, funny, adorable, the list went on.

[lillibrokenwinge]

Lilly pouted, it being 100% fake. "You said that last time!" she said. He really did, but she didn't mind. She knew he would be her friend.

"Well, it's not muddy. It's much cleaner... Wanna go swimming? My grandma was a Turkish Van cat, so she made me love water, my mama said." She spoke with a hint of pride in her voice, but Lilly was always proud. She had to be proud or other kittens would make fun of her. She had to make her personality show that she was five months old, not a four month old. That's what she detested about being a runt. Being so tiny that people mistakened her for a well grown 4 month old.

There were lots of things that were good about being a runt. Getting called adorable, fitting into tight spaces. Being able to hunt better, being able to sneak up behind people. The list went on. Her favorite thing, though, was being such a good jumper. Her small frame glided through the air,. She was like a little jaguar or something.

[osprey]

The inky black shadow of a cat smiled gently, feeling a small breeze fly through his fur. He really didn't mind the wind, but he was getting a bit too warm. Osprey Coldenwing couldn't deny that he was much happier at night, or at least when it was cool. He didn't really mind the sun, he was fine with it if he was going to be honest. Unless it got too strong. Rain didn't bother him either, no weather really affected him. He never even took very much notice of thunder storms, however large and deafening they may be. The charcoal tom also had the unusual ability to sleep through many things. He did know of this, but he presumed it the only unsual talent he had. He was just a cat. Nothing important. Nothing special. He was nothing whatsoever. He knew that. But he tried to hide it from others, just incase they tried to boost his confidence in himself.

"Swimming? Sure, I'll try it!" He feigned some extra confidence, he wasn't certain about this swimming. How deep would it be? What about if Lilly had trouble swimming and he had to save her? What if either of them drowned? Osprey was slightly worried about all of those things, but he pushed the uneasy thoughts from his head, determined to enjoy himself. This was going to be great. He was sure of it. He'd try his best anyhow, he'd fine happiness somewhere, and that somewhere might just be here.

Osprey couldn't help noticing Lilly's smaller-than-usual size. He didn't care, of course, but he was inwardly glad his frame wasn't like hers, he'd hate being that small if he was going to be honest. He wouldn't be able to see things really, or stretch as far. Well, he'd also hate having to literally look up to people all the time. But nevertheless, it seemed to suit his little orange friend quite perfect.

[lillibrokenwinge]

"Yay! I haven't swam in a looooooooong time." She kicked the bones of her mouse tot he side. "There's a stream... That way, I'm pretty sure. I heard it on the way here." She smiled.

She was going to go swimming! And with a new friend! She was going to have so much fun. What could she do to make it even more fun? Ooh, she could go fishing! That would be fun. She never actually had done it before... Vut she could try, couldn't she? It was a free country... She liked that saying. Sally said it a lot.

"So, are you coming, or what, Mr. Coldenwing?" She said it in a playful tone. "I wanna be a grown up... I don't like being tiny. But at the same time I do..." This burst out of Lilly like a burst of air out of a suddenly popped balloon.

[osprey]

Swimming was usually and exceptionally daunting task for the average cat. Although most cats could swim when they needed to, they didn't tend to enter the water by choice. Most would rather take a bridge, or simply avoid the watery obstacle completely. But some special breeds of cats would particularily enjoy swimming and the whole idea of water activities. Not many cats are at their happiest when swimming, but some are, obviously. Osprey wasn't at his happiest when swimming. His personality had seemingly decided that he would be most content when spending a happy, yet reasonably calm and loving conversation with an amazing cat he knew. But, as you'd expect from the famous Coldenwings, he'd never experienced that yet. Simply because he wasn't a very sociable cat, especially adults. Kittens, however, softened the mood slightly with their bright and fun loving attitudes. But still, he'd rather be calm than running around like a crazy thing. He had the ability to act bright and enthusiastic when he needed to, or when it'd make a friend happy.

The ebony black tom had never been swimming for him, and although he usually didn't get worked up by potentially scary situation, he was a bit nervous about this new experience. He figeted slightly, flicking his tail gently. "That sounds like a while," a small smile crept onto his jaw, "If I'm going to be completely honest, I've never swam before. I hope it's not too hard. Anyway, at least I'm in reasonable shape at the moment. So, Lilly, you don't have to worry. If you go under, I'll save you." Osprey's voice was on the borderline between light hearted and serious. He had covered quite a serious issue of the danger of swimming, and his responsibilities as an adult, but he had also gone through it with a quite cheerful voice, and he had managed to get it all out quite swiftly, without an amazing amount of hesitation. He was, of course, determined not to let Lilly drown. Or get physically injured anyway. The charcoal tom felt a natural, protective feeling over the smaller, younger she-cat. Osprey was, generally, quite a protective tom.

His attention was drawn back to the orange kitten as she began to speak once again. Once she had finished, he decided to think up a decent reply. He made up his mind quite rapidly really. It wasn't a hard thing to reply to. "I am indeed, Miss Brokenwinge." Osprey flinched slightly as he realized how similar their last names actually were. But she began to speak again, so he flicked his mind and amber eyes back over to her. "Oh, don't think that! When you're as old as I am you'll be dreaming of the days when you were that young! But, anyway, adulthood isn't that bad, it just seems so to some cats when they grow up. Enjoy being a kitten now, but don't worry your little self just yet. You'll grow up, soon enough." Osprey spoke lightly and happily, sounding better in himself that he felt. For now, he'd enjoy the situation he was in, a cheerful day out with a friend. It wouldn't last.

With a last look behind him, he beckoned Lilly with a toothy smile and a flick of his tail, before trotting briskly off, towards the sound of running water.

ooc:; Should I create a new thread? If so, where do you think would suit? But I'd be more than happy to let you do it if you want to. x3

[lillibrokenwinge]

OOC: You can post, if you want. Unless you want me to post...;;

[robin]

ooc:; It's up to you, really. Do you have any muse for a beginning post? x3