Posts by Altair Ibn-La Ahad

Altaïr bent his head to sniff the herbs then chewed them up.

Altaïr stared at Oliver before thinking. He is very strange, indeed. He studied the other tom before lowering his head and lapping at the water.

"Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad." He answered and stared at the Maine coon. He sat up straight after meeting her gaze.

"You're a kit. Why are you out here alone?" Altaïr asked Siren, narrowing his eyes.

Altaïr lifted his chin and stared at Oliver. He flicked his tail over his paws as the other tom approached them.

"Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad." He answered Oliver's question as he stared into the tom's gaze, calmly.

Altaïr watched Oliver through narrowed eyes. He felt uneasy so he muttered. "Where are you from, Xena?" He asked her.

"Ah. My father was a stray, living in the Twoleg city. He got food for I and my mother from Twolegs until one day, we were discovered and forced to move to the forest. My father was attacked by a Fox when I was still young and the Fox ate him." Altaïr went on. "Shortly after that, my mother died of a unknown disease."

///Yeah! I love playing Assassin's Creed.

Altaïr gave a nod at Xena.

Altaïr nodded at the she-cat but didn't reply.

Altaïr shrugged. "Wander about, hunt. It depends on my mood." He answered. Today he was in one of his good-humored moods.

"Nothing!" Altaïr hissed. "If you hadn't noticed, we chased off a fox that attacked her." He flicked his tail towards Dezere.

Sure. Will you make or do you want me to?

I'll do it later because I feel very irritated right now because I was making a long thread and I exited out of it....... D:

Sure, right after I make the thread for Altaïr and Jekyll.

The broad-shouldered white tom had been hunting in the forest and he had spotted a Thrush, pecking at a bug, too busy to notice his stalk crouch and he pounced on the bird, snapping it's neck. Then his neck-fur rose as he scented a wolf and saw him approaching.

//Opps cx\\

Altaïr studied the other loner through narrowed eyes as well. He didn't fancy fighting with other animals, and he hated wolves. "What do you want?" He growled, hackles lifting in rage and a hint of fear. He doubted he would be able to escape if this led to a fight.

"Oh, you want my prey?" Altaïr's lip twisted in a jeering sneer and he placed a paw on the dead Thrush "Well, too bad!" He bent down his head and took a bite in the Thrush.

I'm doing it right now.

The ivory tom scanned the forest floor, in search of hints of prey nearby as he prowled on then growled in rage as a Mouse heard his footsteps and hurried down a hole beneath a oak. He pricked his ears, hearing someone in the area and he slid behind a tree, lips drawn back in a challenging snarl.