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A dark pelt lurks in the shadows of the night, the only thing revealing it being the pale moonlight and the glow from its eyes. Not much for good lurked in the swampland during the night, and Soot was not an outlier to that fact. While less intimidating than a hungry coyote or a hunting owl, the she-cat was a force to be reckoned with in other ways. She was equipped with thorn-sharp claws and teeth ready to tear at anything that dared to harm her, not only that but her tongue could be a weapon in itself to her fellow feline companions.
Especially as of late, the feline was more irritable than ever... The reason? It had grown clear to all of her clan-mates with how plump and swollen her belly had gotten. She was pregnant. For the most part, this factor seemed to hardly wear Soot down, she still hunt and she still fought when needed... With tensions growing with the pine-forest dwellers all cats needed to be on deck, and Soot doubts that her group-mates could afford to lose out on one of their best contributors. Neither did she want to be hunkered down in the walls of a nursery anyways, she had been born to work hard until the day she finally drops.
Her mission tonight was the same as most of her companions, to hunt. Prey was scarce as always... Soot wouldn't doubt if they'd have to dig through the carrionplace soon- if others had not already begun to do so. Being hungry and constantly on the search for food was simply a part of life here in the swampland though, Soot was used to this.
Speaking of the carrionplace, the scent of crowfood suddenly hits her nose. Odd... she was not near the vile place. Using the safety of the shadows she moves with caution to investigate. Her strong pink nose leads her swiftly to the source of the foul scent, before her paws is an owl. A dead one. Its body contained no wounds and aside from rot no foul scent immerged from it... while most would gag at this prey the blue molly instead licks her lips.
Without much thought, her fangs move to its neck- not to take a bite, no... but to merely leave an impression. Enough proof (hopefully) for her group-mates to pull off the story that she had killed it. As for the scent of crowfood...? It was so faint she doubts anyone will think twice about it, with how hungry everyone tended to be the minor scent of rot would go right over their heads. What did this serve Soot though? To lie to her clan-mates?
She didn't know. Selfish and vain she was though, she saw an opportunity to make her group mates believe she made an excellent kill and seized it. Hardly any thought had gone into what she had done, and what she was about to do.
Dragging the large bird by the wing through the muck, causing dirt and some plant life to cling to the owl's feathers, the small feline does her best to return the bird to camp. The thing was practically her size... if not even bigger, she couldn't save it from growing wet and gross even if she wanted to. It doesn't stop her from getting it timely back to camp.
The prey is dropped in the center of camp, she says nothing and waits for her group-mates to speak. Among their words she hopes to hear praise.
//if anyone is curious; the owl passed away due to ingesting a rat that had ate poison. Technically that means anyone who eats it will also likely grow sick so we can assume the cats who take a bite from it are NPCs. Unless you want your oc to get minor - majorly sick then you're welcome to have em take a bite! Hell maybe with what they are use to eating it'd hardly phase them anyways with stronger immune systems, so it's rlly up to yall hehe
cats are free to be sus about the owl and how it was killed to, but just remember in this universe Soot hasn't rly given a reason for anyone to distrust her and she is in fact a loyal clan-mate. Just with some... very selfish tendencies that she mostly hides in events like this. Still if your oc is very perceptive them raising a brow is fine ^^
Especially as of late, the feline was more irritable than ever... The reason? It had grown clear to all of her clan-mates with how plump and swollen her belly had gotten. She was pregnant. For the most part, this factor seemed to hardly wear Soot down, she still hunt and she still fought when needed... With tensions growing with the pine-forest dwellers all cats needed to be on deck, and Soot doubts that her group-mates could afford to lose out on one of their best contributors. Neither did she want to be hunkered down in the walls of a nursery anyways, she had been born to work hard until the day she finally drops.
Her mission tonight was the same as most of her companions, to hunt. Prey was scarce as always... Soot wouldn't doubt if they'd have to dig through the carrionplace soon- if others had not already begun to do so. Being hungry and constantly on the search for food was simply a part of life here in the swampland though, Soot was used to this.
Speaking of the carrionplace, the scent of crowfood suddenly hits her nose. Odd... she was not near the vile place. Using the safety of the shadows she moves with caution to investigate. Her strong pink nose leads her swiftly to the source of the foul scent, before her paws is an owl. A dead one. Its body contained no wounds and aside from rot no foul scent immerged from it... while most would gag at this prey the blue molly instead licks her lips.
Without much thought, her fangs move to its neck- not to take a bite, no... but to merely leave an impression. Enough proof (hopefully) for her group-mates to pull off the story that she had killed it. As for the scent of crowfood...? It was so faint she doubts anyone will think twice about it, with how hungry everyone tended to be the minor scent of rot would go right over their heads. What did this serve Soot though? To lie to her clan-mates?
She didn't know. Selfish and vain she was though, she saw an opportunity to make her group mates believe she made an excellent kill and seized it. Hardly any thought had gone into what she had done, and what she was about to do.
Dragging the large bird by the wing through the muck, causing dirt and some plant life to cling to the owl's feathers, the small feline does her best to return the bird to camp. The thing was practically her size... if not even bigger, she couldn't save it from growing wet and gross even if she wanted to. It doesn't stop her from getting it timely back to camp.
The prey is dropped in the center of camp, she says nothing and waits for her group-mates to speak. Among their words she hopes to hear praise.
//if anyone is curious; the owl passed away due to ingesting a rat that had ate poison. Technically that means anyone who eats it will also likely grow sick so we can assume the cats who take a bite from it are NPCs. Unless you want your oc to get minor - majorly sick then you're welcome to have em take a bite! Hell maybe with what they are use to eating it'd hardly phase them anyways with stronger immune systems, so it's rlly up to yall hehe
cats are free to be sus about the owl and how it was killed to, but just remember in this universe Soot hasn't rly given a reason for anyone to distrust her and she is in fact a loyal clan-mate. Just with some... very selfish tendencies that she mostly hides in events like this. Still if your oc is very perceptive them raising a brow is fine ^^