Post by ame on May 29, 2016 0:47:50 GMT
❊ DOESN'T MEAN YOU KNOW MY GAME ❊
Out here was the last place she had expected to see a Twoleg, and the sight of it sent her into a panic. Taloa had a tendency to avoid the creatures- she swore never to set foot in Twolegplace or their looming dens again, and the one or two she saw around the barn she barely tolerated. The forest was supposed to be her one reprieve, but evidently that was not the case.
She’d been hunting a bird, a favorite challenge of hers. Crouched, all senses focused on the robin before her, she didn’t notice the twoleg sneaking up behind her, arms outstretched. It’s grating voice gave its position away at the last second though, and she whipped around just in time to escape its hairless paws.
She took off at a sprint, unwilling to give it a second chance. Strong scent markers marked the bounds of a territory, but another call from the twoleg persuaded her to cross them with ease- she’d do anything to get away from them. Other cats scared her less than her pursuer, of that she was certain, despite any horror stories the loners at the barn told. Taloa had horror stories of her own.
The she-cat only slowed once the scent and the sounds of the twoleg died away and she was certain she had lost it. Her heart raced, its pounding echoing in her ears as she tried to catch her breath. It was gone, it was gone, and it didn’t grab her. That’s all that mattered to her at the moment.
It took her a minute to compose herself, though the tortoiseshell was still shaken, clawless paws gripping at the ground as if she would be taken away at a moment’s notice. First order of business, she thought. Where am I?
The first thing Taloa noticed was the distinctly fishy, watery scent in the air, mingling with the scent of cats. Right, the forest. The forest that all of the other loners told stories about. She could only guess that the scent was Clan cats… whatever that meant. All she really wanted to do was stay as far away from that twoleg as possible and return to the barn,… if she could find her way.
She padded a few feet forward cautiously, ears pricked and eyes alert for any signs of life. A small twoleg bridge was up ahead; it was as good a landmark as any, and maybe it would help her find her way.
With a bit of a running start, Taloa leapt and perched on the wooden bridge. A slight huff of annoyance escaped her; nothing looked particularly different from here, and she couldn’t see anything that indicated the barn might be nearby… or even the end of the territory.
She’d been hunting a bird, a favorite challenge of hers. Crouched, all senses focused on the robin before her, she didn’t notice the twoleg sneaking up behind her, arms outstretched. It’s grating voice gave its position away at the last second though, and she whipped around just in time to escape its hairless paws.
She took off at a sprint, unwilling to give it a second chance. Strong scent markers marked the bounds of a territory, but another call from the twoleg persuaded her to cross them with ease- she’d do anything to get away from them. Other cats scared her less than her pursuer, of that she was certain, despite any horror stories the loners at the barn told. Taloa had horror stories of her own.
The she-cat only slowed once the scent and the sounds of the twoleg died away and she was certain she had lost it. Her heart raced, its pounding echoing in her ears as she tried to catch her breath. It was gone, it was gone, and it didn’t grab her. That’s all that mattered to her at the moment.
It took her a minute to compose herself, though the tortoiseshell was still shaken, clawless paws gripping at the ground as if she would be taken away at a moment’s notice. First order of business, she thought. Where am I?
The first thing Taloa noticed was the distinctly fishy, watery scent in the air, mingling with the scent of cats. Right, the forest. The forest that all of the other loners told stories about. She could only guess that the scent was Clan cats… whatever that meant. All she really wanted to do was stay as far away from that twoleg as possible and return to the barn,… if she could find her way.
She padded a few feet forward cautiously, ears pricked and eyes alert for any signs of life. A small twoleg bridge was up ahead; it was as good a landmark as any, and maybe it would help her find her way.
With a bit of a running start, Taloa leapt and perched on the wooden bridge. A slight huff of annoyance escaped her; nothing looked particularly different from here, and she couldn’t see anything that indicated the barn might be nearby… or even the end of the territory.
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