ENJOY LIFE ;; o, hunting

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    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Now, he had to get used to one other thing, hunting. He had been used to getting human food, so he usually scrounged for scraps but there weren't many around this time of day. So, he had to settle on something else. He heard a rat scurry and then he jumped. Somehow, he was successful, which lead to him having a major ego boost. He purred as he dangled the rat between his paws.


    That smelled like... food! Paloma had been exploring BloodClan's territory, daring to be a little adventurious one day instead of taking a nap. Naps were nice but they often got a little boring. Besides, she could always scope out a new place to plop herself down, perhaps a place with a little sun to bask in. And, it never hurt to do a little searching for food. Paloma, too, had often found herself getting into twoleg scraps. Whatever those creatures ate was amazing. Why didn't BloodClan have prey like that?


    During her little adventure, she happened to stumble upon Macchiato with a rat dangling in her jaws. Lacking manners and eagerly wanting a snack now that she had done so much work (to her anyways), she padded up to the tom, fur raised on end with excitement. "Is that for me?" she asked bluntly.



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    IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, I WANT TO GO HOME—

    it was well known tetris didnt or couldnt eat. after his seizure, others seemed to take caution, and he simply ignored it. his mind was slightly modified during the seizure, making some memories he remembered crystal clear foggy. and he believed he had photographic memory, however that was obviously false.

    the anorexic black and white striped cats thoughts were interrupted by cole and the smell of food.

    you need to eat tetris.


    he shrugged cole off, silently padding over to the two and intruding into their conversation. "howd you catch that?" he asked, his voice slightly melodic. his icy hues dropped to the rat where it hung. he wasnt hungry, he just knew he needed to learn to hunt eventually. it would serve a purpose if he ever needed to eat.


                   

    —DONT WASTE MY FUCKING TIME

    BAXTON


    blood clan - warrior


    baxton ** tom ** 8 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate

    Laying down on some cinderblocks Baxton flicked his ear as he watched the once-kittypet catch a rat. Unamused Baxton twirled his shorter tail, nothing new. He hoped the tom didn't expect praise he had been catching rats since a 3 moon old kit.

    (c)trexgirl


    Brief Tags-- 7 moons