Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2018 0:40:45 GMT
beavergaze
- oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve? -
Solo patrols had become somewhat of a compulsive habit for Beavergaze. He didn’t always want to wait around for one to form, and sometimes he wanted to go out at irregular times. Padding along the border helped give him something to focus on, to channel his feelings into. The colorpoint’s scowl remained as set as ever as he scanned the heavily wooded area. This portion of the border was known to be particularly dense with foliage and was an attractive spot for prey. It was also highly coveted.
Mist hung in the air as the first sun beams pierced through the tree tops. It was a cool morning, and several birds were already actively searching for plump crawling things. If he chose to hunt here, he would most likely score a sizeable offering for the kill pile. Beavergaze narrowed his glare as he halted beside the sturdy trunk of a towering tree. Fireclan’s hunting grounds put the others to shame, and was also threatened with constant trespass. Lifting his head, he wrinkled his muzzle and scented the air. The border would be just ahead.. Along with a scent that he couldn’t recognize.
A solo patrol? Or a hunter?
Stalking forward, the chocolate faced tom crept among the trees as quietly as he could manage and worked to track the faint scent. It was not long before he spied a tall and lithe cat crouched in preparation to close on a hunt. He had never seen this cat before, and she was not in Fireclan.
It was often reported that particularly brave Ravenclan cats would sometimes use the forest to supplement their own resources and take advantage of plentiful prey. After the recent land grab, Beavergaze was determined to make someone pay. The large tom felt his system spike with adrenaline as he crept within several fox lengths of the unknown molly.
“You are in Fire Clan territory! Leave now and there won’t be any trouble,” Beavergaze announced to the Ravenclan warrior. The colorpoint rose to his full height and fluffed out his coat to increase his already intimidating size. “Unless you’re hunting, and in that case I’m gonna have to rub you into the dirt,” he rumbled softly, continuing to close the distance between himself and the opposing warrior. If he had stepped over the border, he gave no indication of noticing. Icy blue eyes stayed fixed on Vixenstone.
“I’ve got a lot of ground to cover today, I need you to make up your mind.” Beavergaze’s shoulders trembled with anticipation, and his oddly fixated stare betrayed something terribly wrong. A rising growl built in Beavergaze’s throat as he took another step with a large, scarred paw.
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