Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 21:20:36 GMT
Turtlejump twitched an ear, the only signal that she was a living, breathing thing, and watched the painted slider slowly creep out onto the log. The terrapin was absorbing the last of the afternoon’s golden rays, and preparing to huddle in for the cold rains before they struck again that night. Too bad for this turtle, such would not be happening. The she-cat admired her namesake with pride for a moment, watching the creature pull it’s neck in to the shell, then out again, and back in— until finally it was assured of it’s safety and it relaxed, head suspended half in and half out of the shell.
Wiggling her haunches, the big Bengal moved forward, ever so slightly. The log was suspended in the middle of the river, more a fallen trunk than a log anyhow. The roots had been bared by the rains of new-leaf and it could not support itself, so it had leaned down into the river. Turtlejump had one shot— grab the turtle’s head and hold on for dear life. She was approaching from an awkward angle, however, and not even the cat with the greatest amount of finesse could make that leap without knocking the terrapin into the water.
So I’m going for a swim, Turtlejump thought, and lunged. Her jump was a high arch, and she landed right where she aimed for. Her quick jaws grabbed the turtle by it’s head— it had been faster than expected— as the pair fell into the river. Salty hot blood mixed with freshwater filled her mouth as the current, as fast as usual, whisked the fighting duo along. With all of her strength, Turtlejump pulled, digging her black claws into the creature’s shell for some leverage. Slowly, she felt the flesh rip, rip, rip—until finally the jaw cracked and the skull caved in on itself. She adjusted her grip, nabbing the lip of the carapace in her teeth, and swam it back to shore.
Hauling her catch onto the shore, the sopping wet cat licked the blood from her face and shook herself. She glanced down at her unfortunate prey, thanking it silently for it’s sacrifice. She nudged the dead beast further up onto shore, then settled in to wait and see if any more reptiles felt like creeping out for some sun that afternoon.
Wiggling her haunches, the big Bengal moved forward, ever so slightly. The log was suspended in the middle of the river, more a fallen trunk than a log anyhow. The roots had been bared by the rains of new-leaf and it could not support itself, so it had leaned down into the river. Turtlejump had one shot— grab the turtle’s head and hold on for dear life. She was approaching from an awkward angle, however, and not even the cat with the greatest amount of finesse could make that leap without knocking the terrapin into the water.
So I’m going for a swim, Turtlejump thought, and lunged. Her jump was a high arch, and she landed right where she aimed for. Her quick jaws grabbed the turtle by it’s head— it had been faster than expected— as the pair fell into the river. Salty hot blood mixed with freshwater filled her mouth as the current, as fast as usual, whisked the fighting duo along. With all of her strength, Turtlejump pulled, digging her black claws into the creature’s shell for some leverage. Slowly, she felt the flesh rip, rip, rip—until finally the jaw cracked and the skull caved in on itself. She adjusted her grip, nabbing the lip of the carapace in her teeth, and swam it back to shore.
Hauling her catch onto the shore, the sopping wet cat licked the blood from her face and shook herself. She glanced down at her unfortunate prey, thanking it silently for it’s sacrifice. She nudged the dead beast further up onto shore, then settled in to wait and see if any more reptiles felt like creeping out for some sun that afternoon.
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