The Colony TAKE, TAKE, TAKE | food aggression

[Murkyfang]

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When was the last time Haunt had ever felt fresh blood in her teeth, or soft fur under her paws?

She had given up the hunt moons ago. She was much too small, much too weak - she'd spend more energy than she'd gain by chasing after whatever critters she could find past Highstones. Moons spent trailing after rogues, picking up their pieces, garnering a bit of pity - it had taught her to be resourceful, to be on her guard. The feeling of catching prey for the first time in forever is.. exhilarating. But she remembers, as her eyes shift around, that she must not let down her guard. If these cats were anything like the hungry things she'd encountered all her life, they would stop at nothing to ensure her little mouse becomes theirs.

Pawsteps sound behind her, and the molly's muscles tense as she tightens her grasp around the mouse, bringing her paws forward to sort of shield it from the prying eyes of whoever approached from her side. Her hackles raise, and an instinctual growl escapes through cold fur. When she finally brings her gaze up to the cat who approached her, no doubtedly confused by her defensiveness, she lets go of the critter and - she hisses at them, baring her teeth in a ruthless snarl as she closes her arms in around the mouse and lashes her tail, as if to say: mine, and back off.

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• ooc: — open for anyone to be the approaching cat!
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  HAUNT — SHE/HER ･ 18 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THE COLONY ･ PENNED BY IXORA

  a ghastly loner - blink, and you might miss her.

 

[Manzanita]

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In the six short moons Manzanita breathed the forest air, she'd never known life without a full stomach. Born the singular baby bird in her mother's nest, she was treated like a treasure, and anything she wanted she always got. Growing up with riches such as her mother's boundless love, it was difficult to understand the plight of her fellow feline. They were always whining about food, like they couldn't catch something as expertly as Gecko always did. What could their excuse possibly be, she'd wondered.

Now, at nearly half grown, Manzanita stewed over life's unfair fairness. It was her turn to sleep hungry, despite her mother's best efforts to hunt for the both of them. There was, after all, only so much Gecko could do when there was not enough prey running around anymore. Even so, after hardening her own paws to the ruthless competition of hunting, a part of her still whined for the simple expectation of breakfast, lunch, and dinner waiting there for her at home at the end of her day.

Thus, while the girl could understand - and would be wildly hypocritical not to - she still bristled with frustration at Haunt's protective hold over her prey.

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WOW!

" she gasps loudly, rolling her eyes as hard as she can, "

I was JUST going to ask where you found it. So rude

" the girl huffs, tail lashing.