[align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]The feline stood in amongst the tall grass, nose wrinkled in disgust. Before him laid the decomposing bodies of several of the rats that plagued the Militia's territory. Their bodily fluids already beginning to seep out from the pale flesh, Theodore had absolutely no idea how they had died.
He almost pitied them, but the fact that they were territory thieves and plain old rats - pests to even the lesser species - made him glad that they had died. Still, it would have been nice for their bodies to have been buried by whoever - assuming they were murdered - had killed them, or at least eaten by some scavenger.
"Gross."