Early in the Evening (Bast)

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/f42o7p.jpg] [scrolly:h(148),w(450),sy] The sun was out, it's rays shining down on the rocks, becoming hot from the sun shining down on it. It was extremely hot outside it was almost unbearable, the big cat was extra thirsty than normal. Tiny little critturs kept underground from the heat that threatened to destroy them. Birds kept in the trees hoping to get some shade from the sun. The big cat didn't do such a thing, they were just simply big babies as far as she knew. Opening her jaw her tongue hanging out, what it looked like when a dog or wolf was overheated. Her tail up in the air as she prodded forward, a strange look in her eyes. The tiny chirps of birds could be heard, with the sound of them it could drive the big cat insane. She was quite known by others by how she acted. The land beneath her paws was hot and rugged, no good for the soles of her feet. The soft rumble of prey coud be heard, the big cat wasn't really hungry though. A big rumbling sound rattled in her chest, seemingly coming from her throat. Their was plenty of prey to be caught, and they were not meant to be wasted. She had lived the clan life once and would probably follow most of the warrior code. She had once lived the clan life, before long she had gotten sick of it, wanting to live a life of her own. Who would have known it would have been so lonely, but it was way to late now. No one would want to accept a cat like her into a clan, or rather adopt her into one. None of that, no one could trust her not knowing if she was spying or something, or even betray them. Her big tail hung high in the air, wagging a little bit like a dog's tail would. A big sigh escaping her mouth of boredom, she sure did miss her clan life. Boredom wasn't fun, and she never realized that being a loner would ever be bored like this no matter how the fact that their was so many things to do. It was early in the evening a little late for her to be out and prowling. The sun was just starting to go down, it wasn't hardly dark at all. She crouched low on the ground, peeking over the land that lay ahead of her. [/scrolly]

[Bast]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vddehd.jpg] LUXURIOUS heat soaked into the white-blonde pelt of a long-limbed cheetah as she stalked across the plains. Tiny almost delicate looking paws left prints in the dry earth, tall grasses caressing her supple frame as she traversed the land. Intense gold eyes glared out through the sun's brightness, seeking out an antelope of some sort to settle the growling of her stomach. A long graceful tail followed the she-cheetah as she walked, its tip twitching from time to time as she occasionally paused to breathe in the scents around her. For the most part, Bast had been following a small band of antelope since she'd left her den at dawn but she hadn't really expected much from it. With the heat surrounding her so thoroughly, she hadn't been looking forward to having to run to catch her prey. Sadly though, Bast was not a cat that could ignore her hunger. She had tasted starvation as a kit, heard and felt it kill her sisters in the dead of night. When Bast was hungry, she hunted, it was not optional. It did not wait until the evening cool. Oh no. So, she'd been chased from her den by her own belly and been steadily gaining on the antelope as the afternoon wore on. HER pace was lazy almost, a loping but easy stride that all cheetah's perfected to make the most of their long limbs without using up too much energy. As the sun made its trek through the sky, Bast made a similar trek over the plains. Just as the sun was reaching the horizon, kissing the trees in the distance, Bast at last found her prize. DROPPING low so that the tall grasses hid her well, the spotted she-cat stealthily moved forward. A band of ten or so antelope were grazing before her. Young fawns dabbled around their mothers, nibbling curiously at the grass before abandoning it for playtime instead. Silly things. Golden eyes skipped from beast to beast in search of an ideal target. She was the only one feeding tonight so a small one would do but they were fast with their youth and had protective mothers with sharp hooves that could spell doom for a careless huntress. Good thing Bast wasn't careless. At last her intense gaze found an older buck with a broken horn. He moved stiffly as he grazed, a jagged scar dragged down his right hip. Ah. He had escaped once. Not this time. Bast never missed her mark. FROM a dead stop, Bast lurched into action. Long limbs and supple but powerful muscles carried the cheetah across the plains as her hunt began. The herd saw her and scattered. Fawns were abandoned by frightened mothers and left to bleat in fear as they fled. Experienced antelope sprang away from the huntress, fleeing for the open plains in search of some sort of haven from her sharp fangs and keen claws. Her chosen prey was easy enough to divide from the herd, cutting him off as he tried to follow a group of females out into more open plains. Instead, Bast herded him toward the river not far from the herd's grazing grounds. Her long strides swallowed the ground between herself and the old buck. After a few minutes of chasing down the antelope, she sprang. Sharp claws dug into tough hide and her weight settled on the antelope's left shoulder causing it to overbalance and tumble forward. Bast remained latched on as the big beast tumbled to the ground. Strong jaws locked on to the animal's neck, sharp fangs shredding skin, flesh and bone alike. FOR several moments the beast struggled, kicking randomly and struggling to get up. Bast held on as tightly as she could, determined to fill her snarling belly and relieve the oppressive hunger. She wasn't starving at the moment but, Bast was never one to get close. She still had nightmares about it from when she was a kit so to her, every meal was vital. When at long last the antelope stopped twitching and jerking, Bast released it and stood, shaking dust from her spotted pelt. Swiping her tongue around her maw, tasting the rich blood, she let out a purr of satisfaction. Before she could step up to her meal and begin to dine in the evening light, a breeze tickled her nose. Golden eyes snapped to the east, catching sight of a dappled pelt in the distance. TENSION crawled up Bast's thin form as she stared intently at the intruder. In her mind, the she-cheetah dared the cat to come closer and feel the sting of her claws. In the dust, Bast's claws unsheathed themselves as she braced herself for whatever the intruder might do. Tagged;; Littlethorn Word Count;; 790 Background Song;; "Frontline" by Pillar Notes;; longer than I thought it would be....

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/f42o7p.jpg][*style=padding: 0px 0px 0px 28px;][scrolly:h(148),w(450),sy] Pink streaked the sky as the sun dared to escape from the horizon, daring to turn pitch black. Still the heat pressed on not going to give them a break from the sun. Crouched low on the ground trying to find out if that would help her cool down. A buzz of a bee could be heard as it headed on it's way to it's hive. What was home? She had found that she didn't need a home in order for her to survive. Like any animal it was normal for her to want to belong. Thorn had never belong anywhere though, and didn't suspect she ever would. It was normal for a cat like Thorn to feel like this though. The sounds of little animals could be heard scurrying to get back to their den, while she was away from hers. Nothing more than fun to play in the dark for a adult big cat like her. The sand from underneath her was wheat coloured, grasses a odd kind of yellowish green that stopped at just past her knees. Her paws unseeingly huge with two extra toes, were getting filthy from the dust that rolled over the earth. She noted to herself that she would have to give herself a washing soon. A stream was nearby, she ached to have a drink having been in this heat all day. A quiver went through her as she stepped down into the sweet cold water, not bothered by the fact she was getting wet. Lapping up so water, it was sweet and cool against her mouth. Golden eyes that seemingly matched her pelt colour other than the dark dapples that covered her body. They glowed when it was pitch dark, a big disadvantage to her, seeing that it might make it easy for others to see her. As she brought herself out of the water, ashamed by the fact of her playfulness at her age. As the countless deformities she had, it was amazing she had even survived, except they weren't really life threatening. Sometimes her having two extra toes on her front feet was an advantage, only in appearance though as it wasn't much of a difference when she fought. Sometimes though others got intimidated by the look of her extra toes thinking she had claws on those as well. It was to bad that she didn't and with one of her disadvantages being slightly shorter than normal, okay way more than normal. No longer near the water that had been so much colder, yet still the sun hasn't still gone down. Yet she hadn't been down by the river all that long, so it shouldn't have made any difference. Yet it did because Thorn was starting to get wary, as it turned closer and closer to being dark. A sweet melody of the birds still could be heard, it was getting pretty close to their bedtime. Thorn already missed morning as the birds had been more enthusiastic, yet sometimes she could get annoyed with them. Besides she hated it when things came to an end though, it was always depressing. Antelope was all around yet it didn't really interest her. She would hunt tomorrow morning if she was hungry of course. Still they somehow still interested her with their sweet scent, yet she refused to over stuff herself. Yet she sensed the presence of another, and it has been awhile since she has encountered another. Unfortunately Thorn was one of those bad moods of hers, they would usually confuse others. Her vicious mood was enforced, seemingly it happened when she had nothing to do. A loud hiss escaped her mouth, this big cat couldn't escape the fact that she had bothered her with it's presence. Mere instinct caused her claws to be unsheaved, yet she wasn't in the mood for a fight. How to approach this cheetah? She really had no idea as how to fake being nice, as it totally wasn't her thing at the moment. A frustrating sigh escaped her mouth, as she moved forward as to be in front of the cheetah that didn't seem very friendly. Glaring at the cheetah yet she still made no move to attack her, as maybe it might be possible that this big cat might come to be her friend. Thorn couldn't come to imagine it though as they seemed to be the exact opposite, including the fact she was another species of big cat. What to say? Thorn honestly didn't have an idea of what to say to this cat who was very much so far looking like a threat to her. " Hello" She didn't hide the fact that she was in a bad mood, and was very much dangerous. Words: 810 Muse: pretty good. Notes: Um.. Kind of my first time roleplaying cats but surprisingly good considering it...[/scrolly][/style]

[Bast]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vddehd.jpg] STEP by step the intruder on Bast's hunt approached. Tension coiled in the tall she-cat's slim muscles as she stood over her kill. Her eyes, intense gold, glowed in the dying twilight, never leaving the approaching cat. The closer it came, the more wary Bast became. It was a leopardess, rosettes bloomed over her tawny pelt in a way that would make any cheetah laugh. Leopards couldn't even have proper spots. How sad. And all that fur! Didn't they know to stay in the mountains where it was cold enough for all that nonsense? Down here on the plains...ha! It was wonder the silly thing hadn't keeled over dead from the day's intense heat. Stupid creature. Watching it walk up, Bast had to fight the urge to snarl and lunge. This was her kill and she was hungry and in no mood to share with some snot-nosed habitat-confused leopard. No way. A pompous clan cat had a better chance of talking to Bast right now than this silly thing. FINALLY when it was close enough, it spoke. "Hello." Bast blinked. Silence rang between the spotted pair. For a moment Bast waited to hear if the silly leopard would say anything else but nothing came. The she-cheetah snorted. "Hello? That's it?" Bast rolled her eyes. "Buzz of pipsqueak, I'm busy." FLICKING her tail dismissively, mentally wondering why she wasted her breath on some things, Bast took a hold of the antelope's hide and tore off a hunk, tossing it aside. She kept her body held so that the leopardess hovered in the edge of her vision. Turning her back on someone was dangerous, Bast knew that. She'd grown up knowing it because she'd accidentally done it once to an old tiger. That old tiger had taught her a lesson alright. She'd learned it well and carried it to this day as a hidden scar on the nape of her neck. GLANCING over at the intruder, seeing her still there, Bast gave a soft growl. "Go on, shoo fly don't bother me," Bast said snarkily, belly growling. She wouldn't eat though, not until this thing left. Feeding would be too vulnerable with an unknown she-cat around. Reclining onto her haunches, Bast curled her tail around her paws, sitting beside her kill, golden eyes boring into the unknown cat. There was a challenge in her eyes. If she wouldn't buzz off, Bast would swat her like the annoying fly she was. True, this cat had said one word to her but she'd caught Bast at a bad time. Cats like Mikatari could attest that Bast wasn't always all fangs and claws but there were others that would say she was nothing but. It would be interesting to see this obviously mentally disturbed leopard face a cheetah's fangs. Tagged;; Littlethorn Word Count;; 464 Background Song;; "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin Notes;; not my best

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/f42o7p.jpg] [scrolly:h(148),w(450),sy] She let a swift growl escape her mouth an annoyed look in her eyes. She was mad at herself for being such a doofus only saying hello to this stranger of a cat. A invisible brow was raised as she looked this cat over, not intimidated by it's size. She sure did feel small though compared to this cheetah, considering Thorn's unusual size for a cat of her species. Of course she was considered a big cat just that she was small for a cat of her species. Hello? Was all she could manage to say? Thorn wished she could of had said something different, instead she had made a fool of herself. She opened her mouth showing a perfect set of teeth to this cat, despite the fact she didn't want to fight. Rolling her eyes she kept quiet as a mouse though. This cat truly didn't have any patience unlike Thorn, who in her past had to have patience. A sickly sweet smile covered her evilness that was in her mind at the moment. Their was no change in the fact that she was dangerous, always had been with her changing moods. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as she decided to play nice, like she always did. It was hard though covering up the evilness that was in her heart. "Hungry Huh?" She smiled sweetly, it hurt her mouth as all she wished to do was take a piece out of this cat. Without meaning to a hiss escaped her mouth, claws coming out. She took a step back from this cat not trusting herself knowing what quite possibly could happen. " I ain't going to steal your meal, I've already eaten." She was strongly angry at this cat's attempt to make her go away, and no way in hell was she going to go away. She crouched low on the ground purposefully making herself vulnerable, hoping it would work on to soften this cat up a little. It would be quite fun chatting with this cat or even quite possibly annoying her. She let a soft like purr rattle in her throat, not knowing what else could work on this seemingly hard to get cheetah. This big cat was beautiful unlike the spot patterns that covered Thorn's body. " Tough luck Cheetah, I'm not going to move because you want me to, You got another thing coming to you. I do what I want I do not take orders from anyone so try me? I'm sick of being controlled and being made fun of for what I look like so no more," Her voice was a hiss and she was soon back on her feet. " Might as well give you a name, I used to be a part of the clan world so it does have a meaning believe it or not. My Name is Littlethorn and take it or leave it I'd prefer to be called Thorn." She looked at the cat ready to fight if it was needed knowing that she would be prepared although because of her size she would probably lose. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vddehd.jpg] GLORIOUS. Bast had found herself a blabber mouth. An uninvited blabber mouth but a blabber mouth all the same. Wonderful. Fantastic. Great. Jeez this day couldn't get anymore miserable. Bast curled her lip in distaste at the puny leopard. She was as puffed up as a bullfrog trying to impress a female. She apparently thought she was somebody, throwing around her name and making demands and snarling like a bad tempered kit. How droll. As far as Bast was concerned, this she-cat wasn't worth her time but until the leopard got the hell away, Bast wouldn't get to enjoy her meal in peace. Not to mention she wouldn't risk this annoying puffed up frog following her home to bother the caracals that had taken up residence in her den. Well, at least the runty mute one would probably still be there. That one seemed to have taken a shine to Bast despite her threat to eat him when they'd first met. Either way, this bad tempered kit wasn't going anywhere near her home and Bast wasn't so dumb as to let her guard down and eat around a stranger. She didn't have a death wish and she wasn't as trusting as this silly little thing wanted her to believe. "LITTLE indeed," Bast snorted icily. "Listen honey," Bast snapped coldly, "I'm not the slightest bit interested in your life story and I don't care if you have short-cat syndrome and think the world owes you something because you're small. Really, I've seen bugs bigger than you, I'm not impressed. Go jump in that river over there or something, it's more productive than whatever it is you think you're doing, waltzing around in the middle of summer on the plains with that thick coat of yours." STANDING up, Bast turned and walked around the old buck she'd killed. Sinking her fangs into its throat, she ripped a chunk of flesh off of the beast and swallowed it, a wary eye kept on her dinner intruder. She'd have to feed and carry some food back to her den then, since this little bug apparently thought she was somebody and could impose on strangers without repercussions. Normally Bast would sink her fangs into the tiny leopardess just to shut her up and chase her off but right now she was hungry. Once her belly was at least quiet though, if this leopard didn't buzz off, she'd feel the sting of Bast's claws. She really was in no mood for some high and mighty leopard printed shrimp. THE cat wasn't getting herself any points either, claiming to be a former clan cat. Bast respected dung beetles more than she respected clan cats. Even if this she-cat had left the clan she still had their tendancies and probably had their pathetic love of justice and ancestor worship. Puh. None of that applied in the real world. They spun a fantasy for themselves and tried to explain every bad thing that happened as signs from dead cats when really the dead didn't care for the world of the living. It was pathetic, sad and hilarious. Bast pitied each and every kit born into that life and all the suckers that fell for it. The world didn't care if you had ancestors named 'star' or if you killed when you fought or who had kits with who. It just didn't matter. Poor pathetic blind saps. This cat was no worse, acting all entitled just because she had a two-part name. Tagged;; Littlethorn Word Count;; 582 Background Song;; "You Fight Me" by Breaking Benjamin Notes;; angrah bast....