- Oct 26, 2023
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bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. Today is not his day. Hunting prey is pulling teeth, and in the ten minutes he's been on the prowl nothing has so much as drifted his way on the wind. The longer he's plodding across the riverbanks and keeping his footfalls light in the grass, a difficult task for the brawny tom. The sun presses down, so he's delving away from the outskirts, further into the territory, where he's expecting to find more prey.
A raw nerve, Biteflower allows himself to stew in his own frustration. Picking fights has never earnt him any favors, and the not so long ago days of being repeatedly subjected to mind-numbing punishments such as making nests has instilled such an aversion to the task he's more than happy to never feel the soft nestling of the stuff between his claws ever again. Long ago now, he'd frequent being sent out of the nursery, turns out spiting and threatening denmates in addition to escaping camp with an apprentice didn't gain him much but that dreaded look. Even early into his warriorhood, it hasn't been long ago that his snappish introduction was perhaps the worst first impression known to cat.
His ears lean back when he hears movement nearby. Biteflower is prepared to spit venom, primed with the volatile churn of his stomach, "You're terrible at this whole catching prey thing." It truly doesn't matter what the other tom has caught, or if he's hunting or not - Biteflower's content to batter the other with his words, entirely uninvited. "It's pathetic really, I could easily catch more than you." With his words both sneered and unprompted, he's fixed his target on the other.
@Blackwater
A raw nerve, Biteflower allows himself to stew in his own frustration. Picking fights has never earnt him any favors, and the not so long ago days of being repeatedly subjected to mind-numbing punishments such as making nests has instilled such an aversion to the task he's more than happy to never feel the soft nestling of the stuff between his claws ever again. Long ago now, he'd frequent being sent out of the nursery, turns out spiting and threatening denmates in addition to escaping camp with an apprentice didn't gain him much but that dreaded look. Even early into his warriorhood, it hasn't been long ago that his snappish introduction was perhaps the worst first impression known to cat.
His ears lean back when he hears movement nearby. Biteflower is prepared to spit venom, primed with the volatile churn of his stomach, "You're terrible at this whole catching prey thing." It truly doesn't matter what the other tom has caught, or if he's hunting or not - Biteflower's content to batter the other with his words, entirely uninvited. "It's pathetic really, I could easily catch more than you." With his words both sneered and unprompted, he's fixed his target on the other.
@Blackwater