Return to Territory

[palestorm]

A black-and-white cat pushed itself out of a twoleg nest. The cat, whose name was Cougar, jumped over a fence. After walking past a few twoleg nests, he came to a Thunderpath. The cat darted his eyes back and forth for a moment, checking for any twoleg monsters. When all was clear, he bolted across the hard, gray Thunderpath, then past a few trees. { Almost there... } Finally, the Darkclan camp was in view. The cat pushed himself to run as fast as he could, and withen thirty seconds was inside the barn.

[sunstream]

A brown chaffinch pecked it's way through the forest, collecting seeds for his pregnant mate and his soon to be babies. He looked around and marvelled at the large berries on the thorn bush just a few metres away and spread his wings to fly up to it when a small snap sounded behind him. He paused, uncertainty of what was behind him increasing by the second but all was still in the forest. " Squirrels!" he chirped to no one in particular. He was just about to fly up again when a thick smell of herbs trailed across his nose. Herbs? He had not seen them in this area before but how...? There was a crash and the bird flew up in panic to feel pain rip through his body as something snagged onto his breast. He fell limply and shifted his eyes up to see his attacker and all he saw was a white balinese cat staring down cruelly. The bird almost wished himself dead as another shot of pain lanced through him.
The chaffinch gave one final shudder and died leaving the cat to pick up the once happy chaffinch and trot through the forest to where his 'clan' if you can call it that had made it's camp

[Lunar]

Jaquar lay in the back of the barn contemplating what to do now. He could relate to some cats, but he needed his sister. He stood up as a black and white cat came through the barn door. The cat was older than him, but Jaquar was not intimidated by him. He slowly padded up to the cat showing no signs of fear or weakness even for his young age.

[Dragon]

An elderly black she-cat covered in battle scars made her way back to the camp with today's prey in her mouth. Her deep golden eyes glared at the other cats to see if they would challenge her yet again to try and kill her off. There was no limp in her stance, nor any sign of being 113 moons old, only way to tell was by the numerous scars across her body, including the one over her right eye. That was the scar that gave her the name she lives with today, but she doesn't really care. Scar would strike fear in a kit's heart, and make a young member run in fright as she charges into battle. She was one of the few cats of her days to still be alive.

[palestorm]

(( Cougar moved to "In the shadows..." He did go into clan and all.))