Wolf In Elite Territory

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    Name: Most animals call him "Dash"
    Age: 9 months
    Gender: Male
    Appearence: [img width=510 height=340]http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/…e-shooting-at-the-zoo.jpg[/img]
    Other: He runs at a swift speed, which is one of the reasons he calls himself "Dash". He could run as fast as a 1 year old wolf would, however he could be clumsy and foolish because of his teenage-like nature.


    ic: Dash, hungry and tired, peeked behind a log in the forest. His eyes wandered around until they finally came to a stop at the mansion. Great-some rich twolegs would feed me! They must have lots of food. he thought, thinking that the house was full of humans, not cats. Silently, he trotted over the log he peeked over and trotted towards the mansion.

    Myst looked out the Window of the current room she was in. Stupid Wolf She thought as it neared the building. Myst dashed down the stairs ready to confront it if it came in.

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    [justify]As Jellal saw Myst racing down the stairway he was passing. The Eurasian lynx decided to follow her and see what the problem was. Stopping behind her as they neared a door. The lynx looked down at the tiny feline, "What's the matter?" Jellal questioned her.
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    Myst twitched her tail slightly. Sure she was a trainie but why couldn't she do anything on her own? "Theres a wolf out there and im going to check it out" she snorted, pushin past Jellal and starting to decend the steps again.

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    [justify]"Someones pushy." the lynx snorted with a grin. He decided to follow her, he wanted to see how much he could irritate her.


    (low muse >w<)
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    If he's trying to annoy me... its gonna backfire She thought, an evil smirk spreading across her face. She whipped around and mewed "Do you think Im strong enough to be a gaurd?" She asked kicking a leaf away from her paws.

    Sharp caught the waft of a wolf scent and muttered,"Another damned wolf?" He pushed his way towards the scent.

    As we walked through the front of the house, he froze. Dash's fur raised as he sniffed the air cautiously. He cringed to find a cat scent. "Well isn't that perfect." he mumbled grimly. "Cats living in a mansion. At least I'll have a meal."

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    [justify]"A meal? I don't think you want to try eating me, pal." Jellal replied, pushing open the door Dash was looking at. The lynx had overheard the wolf talking to himself. "What business do you have on Elite territory?" he growled, ocean orbs narrowed.
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    "I thought this was human territory." he growled in reply to the lynx. "I've seen mansions with rats, possums, and bats...but never wildcats like you."

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    [justify]"Well it ain't buddy, this is The Elite's territory and your considered a trespasser the moment you set your paws on our grounds." The Eurasian lynx smirked, flashing the wolf a devious grin before rolling his shoulders.
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    "Elite? No offense, but it sounds like a club for a bunch of kittypets on catnip." he remarked, stepping back.

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    Latin stood beside his fellow Elitist, Jellal, towering above the wolven intruder, being a large, dangerous stag. He smirked, [b]"Oi, fucker, we are all mercinaries. Do I look like some crap eatin kittypet to you? No, I'm a big, badass deer, boy."

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    Pyro Ipsum, scenting an unfamiliar smell-- wolf, he followed his nose immediately. Seeing it led the lanky tom down to the area where many were gathered, he lashed his tail as he approached, hearing the last of Latin's remark. "Hmm...The f*ck is this all about?"

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    "This wolf thing thinks we're just a bunch of muthafuckin kittypets.", Latin snorted, pawing the earth.

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    The tom gave a harsh laugh. "'See we've got a lost puppy here," Pyro murmured, turning to the wolf, looking straight into his eyes, his slitted pupils large and glaring. "If any o' this has gotten to your hard head, I suggest you get your ass outta here."

    Shiori Vita, daughter of Ambrosia, had simply been searching for herbs as she usually did at this time of day. However, her herb-gathering session was interrupted as the sound of arguing voices reached the caracat's ears. Standing, her violet optics narrowed slightly, and a somewhat familiar scent assailed her nostrils, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust.


    Another mutt, she thought disdainfully, promptly stashing her catmint and tansy under a tree root. Just great. The healer-assistant then broke into a run, heading towards the noise.


    When she arrived, Shiori was greeted by the sight of a couple of her fellow members, along with a canine which she immediately identified as a trespasser. The caracat had caught a bit of what the wolf had said, and she didn't like what she had heard so far.


    Padding forward, not taking her eyes off Dash, she meowed, "Normally, I, personally, would consider a wolf a valuable asset. However," she unsheathed her claws, and her violet-tinted optics turned hard and cold as ice shards. "This one seems to be a little too big-headed."


    [i apologize for the crappy post. xC ]

    Dash flexed his claws and bared his teeth. In a last attempt to avoid a bloodbath, he said to the stag and the cats, "How about we make a deal? You guys look skinny as a flower's stem-About I hunt (and gather grass for deer boy) for this 'Elite' club if you don't fight me off."
    He strained to make his promise sound worthy-he often lies alot, and accidently told truths that sounded like lies.

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    Latin was furious, "Club? CLUB!? You persona non grata! Get out. NOW.", he fumed, telling him in Latin that he was not at all welcome in the Elite.