- Nov 2, 2022
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Dusk. It was preferable time of night for the pink-eyed, ivory-furred creatures of WindClan, one that wasn't hell on their sensitive eyes. The phantom, at least, preferred the cover of night rather than hunting in direct sunlight. It was more peaceful at night, with just the wind at her back and indigo-painted clouds above her head. Peaceful. An admirable trait, if peace were something she sought after in life. But the phantom of WindClan didn't seek peace, she sought prey. She was a hunter, an eternal carnivore that was never quite sated by her pithy catches. She had sought out bigger game as of late - clanmates, clan cats, the odd loner - but these things did not feed the cats back in the grassy knoll of her camp; these catches only fed her own bloodlust and that wouldn't do for sustenance.
Still, her claws came forth, scoring the ground beneath her as she roiled. She was hungry again, hungry for her own sort of adventure rather than the typical clan cat's day to day. It was tedious, unwaveringly tedious, a -
So caught up in her own myopia, the phantom had not noticed a small interloper come up on her right. Maybe it was startled by the she-cat's sudden aggression, maybe it was just a bit miffed by the presence of such a dingy cat in its path, but either way, the interloper had kicked itself around to point its raised tail and -
The phantom of WindClan stumbled back with a very uncharacteristic yelp as the stench of skunk hit her nose.... and clung to her fur. Bile rose up in her throat, the smell beginning to burn in her nostrils. Tears well up in her eyes, enough to blur the little creature that was making its cowardly escape after such an uncalled for ambush. A baby skunk, exiting the scene after its first inconvenience. If she could see, the thing would've been dead, but she could not, and so the spooky-ooky phantom of WindClan was reduced to rolling around on her back, now desperate to rid herself of the rotten smell that enveloped her.
Still, her claws came forth, scoring the ground beneath her as she roiled. She was hungry again, hungry for her own sort of adventure rather than the typical clan cat's day to day. It was tedious, unwaveringly tedious, a -
So caught up in her own myopia, the phantom had not noticed a small interloper come up on her right. Maybe it was startled by the she-cat's sudden aggression, maybe it was just a bit miffed by the presence of such a dingy cat in its path, but either way, the interloper had kicked itself around to point its raised tail and -
The phantom of WindClan stumbled back with a very uncharacteristic yelp as the stench of skunk hit her nose.... and clung to her fur. Bile rose up in her throat, the smell beginning to burn in her nostrils. Tears well up in her eyes, enough to blur the little creature that was making its cowardly escape after such an uncalled for ambush. A baby skunk, exiting the scene after its first inconvenience. If she could see, the thing would've been dead, but she could not, and so the spooky-ooky phantom of WindClan was reduced to rolling around on her back, now desperate to rid herself of the rotten smell that enveloped her.
- you call for peace when it suits you