The large jaguar-snow leopard mix was padding away from the ship, his muscular legs carrying him farther and farther. His metal claw reinforcements, which he bought from a 'friend', left horrid scratches on the ground, which told the tale of death that wasn't there. Oh, how Jag loved that.
Black nose, twitching, he began to get the feeling someone was there... watching him. The reek of female hit his nose in an instant, making him leap back slightly. The deckhand sniffed, his nose picking up only grasses... Wait, wasn't the ground make of stone? Grasses would never grow in stone. His enemy's mistake. Or maybe he was imagining it? Maybe he was just having a hallucination? No, that couldn't be it, for it reeked of his least favorite clan, besides Riverclan- Radicalclan. Immediately the large hybrid lowered into defense stance, ears low and teeth bared in a snarl. "Where ye be hiding, ye bastards? Come out, ye chickens, before I make ye do it th' hard way!" The pirate's accent rang through the stony, almost-empty place. He would not retreat to the ship, no, for retreating is considered cowardice, a punishable crime.
