Recent content by BLOODBIRD

Quiet isn't what she's made for... Common misconception, yeah— that tracking requires stealth. Depended what and where, really... She preferred bigger prey, the sorts that couldn't scuttle away into an ear-sized nook the moment they startled... With things like that, she could be as loud as she...

Some impossible task, really... finding the slimiest... mangiest... whatever. 'Course, she'd had an idea the moment the guy had said it. And her first idea would've won biggest and palest along with the other trophies too. But, uh... figures she can't just sit herself at the border and convince...

Sights, smells, scents... about a dozen different sorts everywhere, any time she turned her head. No amount of dinner in her bowl could've kept her from this, moonlit meeting of all five groups. A whole five of 'em, maybe even six, depending whose brain you picked... And she wades amongst them...

Wild cats grabbed attention like no other, she thinks. No need to be bold or brawny... they shriek like banshees, carrying war cry or otherwise over the treetops... Though this one doesn't curdle blood the same as others... A cry in both senses, really. Loud, and he's puffy-eyed. Those shoulders...

Her Clanmates didn't share this sense of hers... draw to the exciting. Nose, ears, eyes... all too-big, and all hungry, keen to every bird's chirps and warbles... Some days yield bigger bounties than others, of course. Newleaf has only just begun, but oh, she could drag in something grand...

She's always open-minded! More than other's realized, she thinks. The idea's as hilarious as it is grand; as implausible as it is possible, really. She likes it better that he sounds serious, really. What authority does she have to dismiss it? None, she'd tell you. More cackles come, her...

Skittish, the new one. And here she'd thought the fawn well-established, spotty hide and doe-eyes telling... Yet here, she had competition! Mm, less a fawn maybe. More like a raccoon... Or were they a predator still, just not fully grown? Cottontail deserved none of it, either way... She had...

A bloodied squirrel hangs loose from her jaws. There was more than a dribble at her chin, now. Clots of red make her look even more a beast. The catch was messy on purpose, better for her lesson— and more fun, really... Bloodscent is thick in her nostrils, nearly has her eyes stinging. The smear...

A real wild cat now, that's her... Shadow days were over— now she had a shiny name of her own. Maybe not her, but hers, balanced keenly atop her nose, brandished like bleached bone. She didn't sound a stranger when she's called. At least, wouldn't have been, were she not plucked separate from...

A real jokester, this guy... Always serious, and she had no right or reason to think him a liar. You could do whatever you like with a name... Have 'em as stupid sounding or as plentiful as you like... She's too good a listener not to hear him. Her ears are real heavy on her head, weighed down...

Bloodbird doesn't like words, really. She thinks she says what she needs plenty good with just her claws and the clicks in her throat. She thinks she knows others plenty good just by their scent and the gleam in their eye. Florabreeze gleams greedy, the type of hunger that only came about once...

She'd expected stumbling, crying, flapping, like a bird that'd leapt straight out of its feathers... She gets it, really. Not as high as she would've liked... but the unexpected is a fine consolation! Claws at her cheek, lightning-quick and curling. She remembers something at the end of him...

A whistle, sky-bound and sharp as bone. The turn of her head might even beat the snap of it. It still keens in open air as she sets eyes on the source: something thick-coated and flashy. The guy gleams in the sun. Bloodbird is drawn like a magpie. Wolfish eyes go round. She brandishes her grin...

Guy's smart. She wouldn't claim smarter than he looks... 'cause he already looked plenty. It was about all he did, really... some ruse. He's got a whole set of 'em, actually... Complacency keeps some crime in check. He didn't really need an answer to this question, she's pretty sure. Good thing...

Something's happened to her Florabreeze, she thinks... Wasn't really sure what. Just knew she's been actin' a little funny, ever since. She likes funny just fine. " Nuthin's gonna eat me, y'know... " The molly clings to her like a ligament. Not like she minded much, no... The air stayed sweet...