- Jul 17, 2024
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A street light flickers periodically, making the dimly lit alleyway that its mounted in front of appear even more eerie. For several moments the street light casts a yellow ambience, revealing two small, dark shapes in the center of the alleyway entrance. It flickers off, casting all that surrounds the light post in complete darkness before shining once more, revealing that the figures no longer remained.
At the furthest part of the dead-end alley, a compact feline appears on a dumpster, hunkered down to gaze downwards at the filthiness below. Kite crouches with their neck strained forward to glare at the ground beneath the dumpster, their cheeks twitching in anticipation. They hear the squeals of the soon to be victims beneath the dumpster, foraging for the filth which is their next meal. All they must do is wait, be patient. It pays off in seconds when an ashen furred creature skitters out from beneath, perhaps wanting relief from the stench which radiates from the dumpster which Kite is perched upon. Kite launches themself from the lid and lands squarely on the mouse. The impact of their paws cracks the creature’s spine, causing the corner of Kite’s lips to jerk upwards in satisfaction. “Get yourself one too. I won’t be sharing.” Kite murmurs quietly with a twinge of humor.
Kite lifts a forepaw upwards and jerks her muzzle downwards to grasp the small creature by its throat, giving it the killing blow. They relish the acidic taste that floods into her mouth from the puncture wounds, but they resist the urge to devour this meal now. Still leaning downwards she flicks their gaze to beneath the dumpster where mice now cower in fear from their hunter or scatter, diving into the darkness of the alley for cover. Kite rolls her eyes and growls around the fur in her mouth, “Idiots.”
Kite’s eyes sparkle as they turn about and trot towards a fence in which she easily scales, securing their claws into the rotting wood and propelling themselves up with their strong hindquarters. They balance atop the fenceline and glance about. ”Time for home,” they announce around their kill, glancing over their shoulder at the cat who accompanied them on this excursion away from their home.
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At the furthest part of the dead-end alley, a compact feline appears on a dumpster, hunkered down to gaze downwards at the filthiness below. Kite crouches with their neck strained forward to glare at the ground beneath the dumpster, their cheeks twitching in anticipation. They hear the squeals of the soon to be victims beneath the dumpster, foraging for the filth which is their next meal. All they must do is wait, be patient. It pays off in seconds when an ashen furred creature skitters out from beneath, perhaps wanting relief from the stench which radiates from the dumpster which Kite is perched upon. Kite launches themself from the lid and lands squarely on the mouse. The impact of their paws cracks the creature’s spine, causing the corner of Kite’s lips to jerk upwards in satisfaction. “Get yourself one too. I won’t be sharing.” Kite murmurs quietly with a twinge of humor.
Kite lifts a forepaw upwards and jerks her muzzle downwards to grasp the small creature by its throat, giving it the killing blow. They relish the acidic taste that floods into her mouth from the puncture wounds, but they resist the urge to devour this meal now. Still leaning downwards she flicks their gaze to beneath the dumpster where mice now cower in fear from their hunter or scatter, diving into the darkness of the alley for cover. Kite rolls her eyes and growls around the fur in her mouth, “Idiots.”
Kite’s eyes sparkle as they turn about and trot towards a fence in which she easily scales, securing their claws into the rotting wood and propelling themselves up with their strong hindquarters. They balance atop the fenceline and glance about. ”Time for home,” they announce around their kill, glancing over their shoulder at the cat who accompanied them on this excursion away from their home.
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— black tabby with a slim physique with compact muscles
— 37, ages every 21st
— bisexual
— child of
— wary to trust
— speech
— peaceful powerplay allowed
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