Falcon bunched her muscles. Eyes intent on the mouse a tail-length before her, she tensed a moment, then leaped forward with her claws straining forward. As she landed, trapping the suddenly terrified mouse, a hungry look entered into her eyes. This was her favorite part of a solo hunt- playing with the catch. Hooking her claw through the rodent's tail, she lifted it to eye level, grinning at it with mischievous abandon.
OOC: No muse for Falcon.
ooc: late reply
ic: The small body of the light brown prey-hunter slithered like a snake through the short grass of the tribe's territory. His light yellow gaze fixed on nothing in paticular but he knew he wasn't hunting. For some reason, he liked to always be in his hunter's crouch. Suddenly another ToRW cat's scent hit his nose which made him wonder who it could be. He was usually a rather shy cat and didn't like to approuch others unless they approuched him but now he seemed more relaxed. (Stick)-in-Calm-Moons-Gaze then raised himself to his paws and he began to pad in the direction of his tribe-mate's scent.
ooc: low muse for Stick
Too caught up in her playing to notice any other scent, Falcon dangled the mouse before her. "You are about to die," she breathed, grinning at it in a way that would have terrified her friends. "I hold your life on my claw, and I say you die. Any last words?" She touched another claw lightly to its neck, and the mouse squirmed in desperation.
Was she talking to the mouse? Well that was... strange? Accidentally keeping his paws quiet, the small light brown prey-hunter padded over to the other tribe-member and quietly mewed, "What are you doin'?" in a confused way. His light yellow gaze held a hint of confusion but Stick made no move to clear it.
Flight jumped, accidentally flinging the mouse aside. It scrambled up and skittered beneath a large bush. Whirling to face the fellow Tribe cat, Falcon paused. She had been about to berate him for letting the mouse get away, but she realized he probably thought she was insane. She didn't want that circulating around the Tribe, so she decided to dispel it as quickly as possible. "The forest is lonely sometimes," she stated simply. "I find myself talking to anything that can hear me. You should try it." There- that should clear any suspicion. "I haven't seen you around the Tribe," she continued. "I'm Falcon That Lands on Rock. You are?"
He knew what she had been doing but being his nice self, he decided not to go farther into the situation. "I'm Sick in Calm Moons Gaze" he mewed, light yellow eyes blinking for half a second. Man, that was long name. Yes it was a tribe name but still... "Just call me Stick" he added quickly to avoid any real confusion. So he guessed she was refered to as Falcon? It was closest thing he could think of. Well at least that was better than what he originally called himself.
Falcon grinned suddenly. "Sorry. Falcon's my short name. I didn't think it was needed." Stretching naturally, she eyed him suspiciously. "Want to hunt with me? Since you scared away my first catch, I could use your help."