Post by sybil on May 16, 2016 21:19:55 GMT
O h yes, she was a beauty. Bred to be perfection there was not a flaw on this gorgeous little cat, unless you could her collar. The bell jingled as she moved, all the tags slamming against each other and just causing a ruckus. Though through all of this Valentine had discovered how to make herself silent enough to hunt, how to use her collar as a way to get the clan cats to pity her, if anything it has become her own tool of survival. Bright blue eyes contrasting a nearly black face bring this she-cat what she wants. The attention of toms, the practically flock to her no matter their allegiance. This tool also brings a variety of information to the she-cat, all that she uses to her advantage one way or another. Shes learned where patrols come in, shes learned when they go out, where they find their best prey. Oh it was a fun game for her. However Valentine craved something more, a purpose in her young life. She wanted something to strive for, a goal in her increasing amount of time. Usually she-cats her age dreamed of kits, a family, something to come back to after a long hunt, yet Valentine didn't exactly have a hope for that. After all she had a collar and any loner, rogue, or clan cat would scoff in disgust at the thought of settling down with her in the long run, probably would question where her people were and if they were on their way to pick or up. Or if she were lost and couldnt find her way home. Oh no no she ran away from home and was never going back. Padding slowly through the run down buildings Valentine yawned, settling in a cleaner area of one collapsing room and began grooming though her fur. She had to keep herself pristine after all, in her line of work. |
credit to nat of adoxography.