jack be lethal, jack be slick [LJ/Snowy]

Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop. One by one, the little droplets of water fell to the ground, the soft little 'plop' they made as they hit the earth swallowed up by the roar of the river in the Gorge below. Leftover remnants of dew that had caught against the rocky outcrops of the sheer drop. Poison green eyes stared down into the abyss of water and rocks with wide eyed curiosity, tilting to an extreme left as he scrutinized the area. Under the rays of the sun, the rushing river below seemed to change from blue to black and then white all at once. It was the first time the lanky tom had ever seen such a large body of water. And it smelled fresh and clean at that. Back in the Cold Place, such a thing would've been a godsend for the parched throats that had to settle for little more than filth filled bowls that were more gunk than water. It was amazing, how this forest was so different to anything he'd ever known: his paws stalked upon soft earth instead of hard metal, the air was fresh instead of stale, and food and water were plentiful wherever he looked. The moment he and his gang had stepped into the lush area, they were assaulted by all this information. He still remembered how Sallie broke down the moment she stepped into a shallow pool of water, enjoying the feeling of relief that rushed over her scarred and beautiful figure. ['Jackie! Jackie! Look! There's so much of it! We'll never go thirsty again!'] she had exclaimed out loud, rushing towards him with a soaked and sleek pelt, rejoicing and happier than he ever remembered seeing her.

Well, except for when they had their first meal in the forest. But that was something else entirely.

Though that was quite a few moons ago now, but the forest still had so many wonders to explore. Sadly such festivities would have to wait until he found someone to fill the stomachs of himself and his little group. If he had to deal with Tigger's grumbling about his hunger one more day he was going to make him the next meal they'd be eating, and he couldn't afford that. Tigger was a great asset he couldn't afford to lose now, as were Felix and Romeo. He didn't bring those three lumps along for nothing after all. But finding something or someone to fill five bellies was a challenge, especially with these 'Clans' and their border patrols and such. How was a cat suppose to get a decent meal around here anyway? A great sigh escaped the ebony and ivory tom as he turned from his exploration of the Gorge and river below, a low hum escaping his tattered throat as he padded away from the edge. Just as he entered a shrub however, a sudden scent crossed his nose. Immediately, his ears perked upright, green eyes widening as he leaped further into a brush of tall grass. Still and silent, the black beast's eyes watched and waited... till the source of the scent made herself known. Fluffy gray fur shimmered in the light of the sun, a lithe body padding further into his line of sight. ['Who's there? It's just Vixensong.'] a soothing voice echoed out, obviously having heard his dash for cover. A huff of air escaped through the black tom's nose, his eyes closing as a smirk drew itself over his muzzle and he crouched down in his hiding place. One, two, three... Without warning, he pounced out at the gray she-cat... and landed in front of her, tumbling over on his side with a rasping laugh. Dirt and grass flew from his tumble as he came to rest on his back, spitting out a leaf that had been caught in his mouth before turning his gaze to Vixensong.

"Why hello there!" he meowed, voice joyful and playful. The widest kitty smile he could muster was drawn upon his features. "Nice ta meet ya, vixensong! I've never seen a vixensong before? You look just like a cat really!" he stated.