Something Small {Open}

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These path I walk. This Body I rest in is nothing. I"m nothing but a pile of flesh and bone.

Thin and agile the female weaved about in the forest. Spiderdawn Forest, where she was most connected to. Being a powerfully and well respected Huntress, this place was unique and almost her own. Powerfull muscles rippled under her thin frame, flexing as the soft scent of vole ventured over her maw. Her lip curled in delight as she lowed herself agile and graceful in this action she slithered like a cobra into a deadly position. Each paw-step tested before placement, her body tense yet relaxed ready for her kill. There over a small deep in the ground sat her prey. It was small nothing compared to new-leaf’s prey. Paintedsoul had to choice was to take what she got from Yarrow, this was just big enough to feed one belly maybe a two apprentice.

Stepping just a hair forward a twig snapped. It was leaf-bare everything was frozen and broke, she flinched and fixed her eyes on the vole. It small head looked up and fell down again. Letting out a silent breath she tensed up and adjusted her step and went forward. This time testing the ground before placing her paw down, she breathing was slow, her heart beating faster. The intense moment of the hunt was exciting for her, her eyes fluttered as the vole moved. With another snap of a twig she was on top. Biting and crushing the small prey, it was far to small to put up a fight. The kill was quick and easy far to easy, Paintedsoul didn’t like a easy kill she wanted something more exciting making her blood pump faster. Another kill under her belt she picked it up, caring it was care and ease. Paintedsoul found a softer part of the earth, digging deep with killer claws she made a makeshift hole and buried her prey. Making sure no scent came from the body she set out again. Making her way this time less tense but still on the look out for prey. Hearing the flutter of wing as bird went south, small paw-step of larger prey to big for her skill alone. After a hunt she felt the sudden rush of cold air harsher then any she felt before. Most of the time, she didn’t feel the cold, but something about this moment made her fur shiver. Glancing over her shoulder she tried to calm her tense nerves. Every part of her was on ends, it was strange feeling as if you were being hunted.

I feel the cold I’m the hunter not the hunted

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[nighthunter]

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My scars are nothing compared to what you shall recive if you awaken the fierce storm in my heart

Silent as a shadow that moves across the ground a huge heavily muscled black tom cat loomed through the forrested area. His dark almost charred amber gaze trapped and analyzed everything in sight. Everything around this massive black scarred tom cat was silent,because otherwise irt would be in his claws in a heartbeat. His talon like claws raked the ground as he tread over it, but left no sound, nor did they disturb the frozen leaves, or the ice clinging to the ground. The barren trees made it easier to see for miles, but it also gave his black pelt less cover. Leafbare was a harsh season, bt it was nothing compared to his life that he had sufffered and endured through thus far. No he was ready for anything that it would throw at him. Perhaps he would even be able to train a new apprentice. Eventhough his previous apprentices couldn`t stand him, he still believed that there was a cat somewhere worthy and steadfast enough to handle his training.

His gaze shifted as a shadow darted from the frosted roots of a pine tree out into the open. It was a vole desperatly running for cover. Sadly it was heading straight for him. He sunk into his hunting crouch on instinct, and waited for it to come closer. His eyes flared with sudden furry and he exploded forward catching it in his white and black tipped claws. His fangs white, and stained a slight yellow tint from the prey over the many moons glittered from the light of the snowy ground.His teathered ear twitched as the sound of crunching twigs pierced his mind. His senses never really dull went on high alert. Scarstorm was known for his fighting prowess, and wasn`t worried about anything. He pitied the poor soul to catch him on a bad day.

He crept silently towards the sound still echoing in his ears. Peering through the barren branches of a bush he saw Paintedsoul looking a bit spooked. He scowled, and grunted in disgust. Imagine being afraid in your own home. He felt no fear, and had to real reason to fear,so he couldn`t say he sympathized with her. He stepped out from the bushes. His massively built black scared body easily brushing aside the branches revealing himself. He wasn`t the most social cat in the clan, and he was known for being rather blunt. His deep and athoritative voice somewhat like a growl."Whats the matter with you! Spooked by something? Did you see something dangerous.?" He quickly turned his head and shifted his eyes from one way to the next checking the perimeter.



muse level: ok i guess i need to get my posts up again
mood: drained,
character mood: Calculating and fierce
energy level:tired but still going,and going,and going.....
Word count: 555
Song: Fake It by Seether

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[Painted]

He has the gut to mock me. If only he was allowed to be sticked

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The bulk of the black tom cat over powered her thin frame. Those tainted blunt words echoed in her mind, something caused her to glare. Paintedsoul wasn't one to take mocking lightly she pulled her lip into a snarl and lowed herself. She wasn't battled trained but hunting was like battle, more of wits then anything. Anger pulsing in waves mixed with fierce lashings of her tail would cause any smart tom to back off.

Scarstrom was unlike many toms, he didn't back down. Paintedsoul stepped away flashing him another glare. " I wasn't spooked I felt hunted, like something was fallowing me. You being a warrior wouldn't understand. I being a huntress can tell those things" She snarled anger visible under her patched pelt. Flashing the soft amber eyes toward him she didn't like most tom Scarstorm was on the top of the list. " Why don't you go and do what ever it is you warriors. " She snapped again picking up her paws showing her claws, unsleahted.

The female relaxed her beautiful frame and stood tall,she was short compared to his massive tom. She wasn't going to let him bully her, she was going to be wicked strong and wicked fast. " We all know girls can do anything boy can do. Only better and with style" She purred with a sassy tang to her lyrics. Side-stepping toward a frozen twig she lashed her tail causing it to crumble and fall. " Or are you to chicken to take on a huntress" She mocked, her wits showing, It he was going to mock her then she might as well mock back.

You don't like it do you princess?

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[nighthunter]

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My scars are nothing compared to what you shall recive if you awaken the fierce storm in my heart

His face showed what to many cats was a blank stare, but for him was contempt. He didn`t like cats like her. In fact he didn`t like most cats, and they didn`t like him either. It was a fairly even circle, and he rather liked the way it worked. Things that brutally scared others barely made him blink. He had seen horrors in his life that many would never know, or in his opinion ever should know. There wasn`t a single heartache, or heart wrenching memory he would ever want any of his clanmates to feel, but if this she cat could only know the pure disgust that was raging through his head. She thought that she was so much better then him. Her sassy kit like attitude was horribly dishonoring the clan, and she didn`t even take notice. Then he though.Of course she doesn`t notice it. Its her flawed personality, so why should she.The sensless banter that flew from her gabbering mouth was just flying off his hide. This was an inconvienience either way he looked at it. He cursed himself for leaving the bushes to prod at her pathetic fear. Now he had to listen to her attempt to hurt him with petty insults. In his mind it was actually comical, ad his sense of humor was twisted. He madea mental note to smack his apprentice Nightpaw if he ever acted like this cat before him. Such disrespect, it was horrible.

Ironically ehat she said next made him smirk. He never smiled ever, or even a smirk was rare, but the dumb she cat had actually challenged him. His skills were probably the sharpest in teh clan, and he never backed down from a fight, or a blatant poke at his pride. He knew there was no contest, and that he far surpassed her, but he wouldn`t let the chance go to put her in her place.In one second his face burst into complete fury. It was like he had entered a frenzy, and let loose all his lifes fury and pain in one feirce burst of anger. His lips drew back in a snarl, and a deep rumbling growl escaped his dagger like jaws. The thick muscles beneath his black pelt rippled as he leapt for her. His talon like claws shone in the light as he soared closer to her fully intent on teachig her a lesson. He would never actually injure her, but she needed to learn how a true warrior and clan cat should behave.


muse level: decent
mood: drained, - WOOT!
character mood: Calculating, fierce, and Tempermental
energy level: still going,and going,and going.....
Word count: 520
Song: Fake It by Seether

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[Painted]

I'm in trouble

That smirk should have told her to be ready. The flash of anger should have told her to be ready but instead she was running her mouth. She tense up in the same moment he did. Her heart raced something that made each muscle ready every part of her was a hunting machine. That feeling of pure energy pulsed between the two cats. His scared face made her stare,but she wasn't going to waver her sight. As each heartbeat passed she only waited muscles ready almost scream to lung and take him down. This battle need all her wits and speed. He was a good warrior no doubt about that, it was the fact she wasn't battle trained. Each image of failing was playing over in her mind. Knowing very little of battle trained only made her want to prove herself. Hardly did other huntress taunt or challenge her, this was a rare moment for her. Scarstrom was a talented warrior something in Paintedsoul made her admire that. They were both special in their own right. As those moment stretched on she admire more of the tom. How his body worked warping into a machine built for fighting. as she was built or hunting. Everything about him was like her, they both had claws, they both knew how to kill. Were they really that different, the next moment would prove that.

With a flash of black fur and a hiss she flew back. His sharp talons torn in her flash, she yowled in pain but silenced herself. Kicking him off, she pulled to her feet blood oozing down the fresh wound. Each step was painful, it would slow her down something new came over her. The ability to understand how it felt to have something much larger then her fight back, something with a brain to attack back. Something that could easily kill her, that split second brought out the fierce power full huntress. She deep huntress wasn't like that of the normal one, morel like a lioness's. Her mind was set, nothing would stop her.

Breath heavily she pulled her body up. This time she had her eyes glued to his underbelly and legs, weak points on any animal. Lunging under him and reached out with fast claws. She wasn't a one trick cat she also lashed out with her razor tip teeth reaching for fur and skin.

You can't win without a hard battle

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