private FRESHLY STARVED | goat

[Nathanos]

HELLO, MY NAME IS MR FEAR​

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The shed was quiet that afternoon. Everyone seemed to be either busy or... talking quietly among themselves, no doubt about the unfortunate situation that had befallen the group. Hungry, wounded, desperate, and in a few cases, dead. The coyotes had driven the rogues to the brink of hell, it seemed. Nathanos can't stand the grim atmosphere that now surrounded his home, so he pushes himself to his paws and slinks away instead, padding quietly into the grass beyond the structure. The air was chilly, but not yet freezing, and he hadn't heard coyotes nearby in several hours. Perhaps they were asleep, or hiding out for the day. If that was the case, then Nathanos felt inclined to take advantage of it. He was hungry, they all were, but while the rest of the rogues moped around, the towering tabby intended to hunt.

He felt as if there was a pit in his stomach by that point, so anything he caught he surely intended to eat. Perhaps that was why he was prowling off so quietly. Nobody needed to know if he had found food, nobody except Nathanos.

@GOAT ​

 

[GOATFOOT]

"Why the hell ye... prowlin' 'round like that? Make some damn noise, half near scared me to death." Goat very ungracefully and lacking pleasantries complains upon stumbling upon Nathanos. It was by pure accident, he had needed to get out and stretch his aching limbs when he ran into this buffoon stalking through the grass. Hmm.. hmph...

Perhaps it was to hunt, ah yes, Goat's belly rumbled and groaned too. You'd think with age the feeling of hunger would've gone numb to him by now, especially with how often he felt it. "Ye know... better luck lookin' for coyote prey remains than huntin' it yerself. Mutts likely kill anything living they see with how viscous they are. Vermin... In these parts? Far better luck usin' our noses to smell out an abandoned, half-ate coyote kill than findin' living prey to hunt. And ay, less energy we have to waste too." A hearty chuckle he releases, though nothing he said was funny. Goat thinks its a smart idea, but Goat also believed every idea that graced his own noggin was smart.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🐐 11/22

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Nathanos]

HELLO, MY NAME IS MR FEAR​

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Goat could complain all he wanted about Nathanos' silent movements, it was the tall tabby that had gotten jump-scared by the damn elder. Sheesh. One eye snaps toward the older tom as the dusty furred feline looks him over with a stony expression. Nathanos hadn't been looking for a hunting partner, nor was he looking for advice, but Goat is the type to do whatever he felt like doing, regardless of the opinions of other rogues. Old cats were like that, Nathanos thinks.

He wrinkles his nose at the thought of looking for crow-food, left-overs discarded by those coyote killers. No doubt they had left plenty of gruesome messes around. But the more he thought about it, the more his stomach hurt, and it seemed like Goat had a point. Starvation didn't leave a lot of room for pickiness.

"Okay." Nathanos finally responds, his bland vocals betraying little of his emotion on the matter. "I'll keep my eye out for any carcasses then." He agrees, and then he begins to carry on, because Nathanos wasn't going to invite Goat to follow along, but he half expected the older tom would follow anyways. For now, the tabby would tolerate his presence, since it had been Goat's idea. Perhaps they'd find food enough for the both of them. Then they'd both be happy.​