- Sep 22, 2023
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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Without prompt, Fogbound had ventured out early in the morning with fog hanging low over the moor, wetting the tips of well-groomed fur did little to dampen his spirits. His stomach rumbled in aching reminder of how little they hunted thanks to rogues with little sense of dignity.
He might be a cat with even less morals, but at least he had enough common sense to stay far away. He breathed, taking in the familiar smells of the moor he’d grown to call his so-called home for some moons. He gave a flick of his tail, padding forward with a quirk of his lips, expression molded to perfection, emitting charismatic handsomeness despite being one of the few ones out here in search of something.
He did promise late at night to bring back someone or face the wrath of the wiggling worms he had called them, and Fogbound was nothing, but a gentleman. His ears twitched, turning with liquid satisfaction at the sight of a blackbird hobbling along in search of breakfast.
He wasn’t as fast as his smaller clanmates, but Fogbound didn’t let that stop him from showing off, wooly tail curling in silent triumph until his reddish gaze landed on something that wasn’t so special, nearly ripping out a rumbling snarl from the tom, but couldn’t help his curiosity peak. Now. Now. He couldn’t possibly stop his curiosity from sparking into mischief.
It would have been in his best interest to chase the rogue, but Fogbound didn’t. He doubted the other had noticed him yet, blending into the misty backdrop with his grey smoke fur, nothing more than a blip in their eyes. He watched as muscles rippled beneath dark fur, prepared to spring, but Fogbound was quicker, leaping seconds before the other. You must be quicker than that, you hopeless beast. He thought, teeth sinking into tender flesh with a satisfying hum until the other knocked into his bulky build sending them tumbling.
He grunted in discomfort, kicking the intruder with his back legs, no doubt playing keep away with hissing insults tossed in their direction, muffled by feathers. He might have one paw in the grave already, starvation high in the air, but Fogbound was never one to break his promises, the few he has made.
The smokey male grunted, rolling away from the rogue, determination swirling within reddish hues. He dropped the bird, kicking it beneath him to sneer, muzzle crinkling in a half-crazed smile. “It must have slipped my mind that you crazed beasts cannot understand a lick of sense if that small brain of yours is unable to do the simplest things like talking.” He uttered, staring daggers into the rogue willing them to take the bait. It would make my day that much more colorful. He tutted, muscles tensing as the rogue darted forward hoping to steal the freshly killed bird tucked beneath him.
His stomach rumbled in mockery that Fogbound was just that more willing to hold on to the pesky thing, nearly dodging a swipe to his cheek, teeth-gritting. He was once a rogue, but those days were long ago doing the dirty deeds of his captor, but he wasn’t so stupid.
He batted the other away with a sneer on his lips, reaching to snap at their exposed paws. Nothing but a childish game of keep away. He couldn’t help but think with a crinkled muzzle, sending the rogue falling with a shove that took more effort out of the other than he liked to admit. “I suggest you take that dreadful sense of self-preservation out of here before you infect the rest of us with your parasites.” He snarled.
If this doesn’t showcase his loyalty to WindClan than he might as well die at their paws. He nearly huffed, marred flesh crinkling beneath smokey fur in irritation. He was losing his waning temper, nearly skyrocketing with their prey shortage that made him volatile, ready to snap at the closest feline.
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
Without prompt, Fogbound had ventured out early in the morning with fog hanging low over the moor, wetting the tips of well-groomed fur did little to dampen his spirits. His stomach rumbled in aching reminder of how little they hunted thanks to rogues with little sense of dignity.
He might be a cat with even less morals, but at least he had enough common sense to stay far away. He breathed, taking in the familiar smells of the moor he’d grown to call his so-called home for some moons. He gave a flick of his tail, padding forward with a quirk of his lips, expression molded to perfection, emitting charismatic handsomeness despite being one of the few ones out here in search of something.
He did promise late at night to bring back someone or face the wrath of the wiggling worms he had called them, and Fogbound was nothing, but a gentleman. His ears twitched, turning with liquid satisfaction at the sight of a blackbird hobbling along in search of breakfast.
He wasn’t as fast as his smaller clanmates, but Fogbound didn’t let that stop him from showing off, wooly tail curling in silent triumph until his reddish gaze landed on something that wasn’t so special, nearly ripping out a rumbling snarl from the tom, but couldn’t help his curiosity peak. Now. Now. He couldn’t possibly stop his curiosity from sparking into mischief.
It would have been in his best interest to chase the rogue, but Fogbound didn’t. He doubted the other had noticed him yet, blending into the misty backdrop with his grey smoke fur, nothing more than a blip in their eyes. He watched as muscles rippled beneath dark fur, prepared to spring, but Fogbound was quicker, leaping seconds before the other. You must be quicker than that, you hopeless beast. He thought, teeth sinking into tender flesh with a satisfying hum until the other knocked into his bulky build sending them tumbling.
He grunted in discomfort, kicking the intruder with his back legs, no doubt playing keep away with hissing insults tossed in their direction, muffled by feathers. He might have one paw in the grave already, starvation high in the air, but Fogbound was never one to break his promises, the few he has made.
The smokey male grunted, rolling away from the rogue, determination swirling within reddish hues. He dropped the bird, kicking it beneath him to sneer, muzzle crinkling in a half-crazed smile. “It must have slipped my mind that you crazed beasts cannot understand a lick of sense if that small brain of yours is unable to do the simplest things like talking.” He uttered, staring daggers into the rogue willing them to take the bait. It would make my day that much more colorful. He tutted, muscles tensing as the rogue darted forward hoping to steal the freshly killed bird tucked beneath him.
His stomach rumbled in mockery that Fogbound was just that more willing to hold on to the pesky thing, nearly dodging a swipe to his cheek, teeth-gritting. He was once a rogue, but those days were long ago doing the dirty deeds of his captor, but he wasn’t so stupid.
He batted the other away with a sneer on his lips, reaching to snap at their exposed paws. Nothing but a childish game of keep away. He couldn’t help but think with a crinkled muzzle, sending the rogue falling with a shove that took more effort out of the other than he liked to admit. “I suggest you take that dreadful sense of self-preservation out of here before you infect the rest of us with your parasites.” He snarled.
If this doesn’t showcase his loyalty to WindClan than he might as well die at their paws. He nearly huffed, marred flesh crinkling beneath smokey fur in irritation. He was losing his waning temper, nearly skyrocketing with their prey shortage that made him volatile, ready to snap at the closest feline.
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