Posts by BONECASKET

OVERVIEW | I'M A DARKNESS GROWING

&. Bonecasket | Nicknamed Bones primarily | Male

&. 21 months old | Birth date is a bit of an unknown

&. Parents are NPCs both unknown and deceased

&. Member of BloodClan | Owner (ish?) of Tydeus

APPEARANCE | I'M A VIOLENT SEA

&. Bones is a Chausie cat, which is a breed on the larger side of the domesticated feline spectrum. He weighs about 27 pounds, and is about three times the size of the average domestic cat. There doesn't seem to be an ounce of fat on his frame, and most of him is devoted to lean, well-developed muscle. He's fairly heavily scarred, with prominent claw marks down his face; they're all reasonably easy to see, given how short-cropped Bones' fur is.

In terms of coloring, he is a fairly standard hue for a Chausie, with brown ticked tabby patterning that gives him a very grizzled, rougher appearance. His eyes are a strong hazel, at times seeming more green or more brown.

╳╳╳ //please wait for Tydeus!

Sometimes, he wished he'd just eaten Tyd and gotten it over with.

The Chausie cat remained stretched out along the pavement of an alley with a displeased expression, an incessant rumble of a growl low in his throat. Occasionally, it deepened depending on where the rasp of a tongue went over his fur, which direction. Tydeus was small, even before in proximity to Bones, so it wasn't as though throwing him off would be much of a difficulty. The real problem was that the grooming wasn't as awful as he made it sound, and he had a lower appetite anyway, considering the mostly eaten remains of a rat scattered in reach of his large paws. If he was going to eat Tydeus, though, he would have done it a long time ago.

That was another problem he didn't want to address at all.

Abruptly, Bones yanked himself away from the grooming, away from the smaller feline and away from his uncomfortably warm tongue, skin crawling. He felt antsy, caged- he needed to do something, but he couldn't find a fight here with Tyd. They could always use more fresh-kill, and as long as he brought a few back, it wouldn't matter if he'd torn one or two to unidentifiable ribbons.

╳╳╳ His upper lip curled back in response, but he didn't turn it on Tydeus, staring at the mouth of the alley still and considering his options. If he could call them that. It wasn't that Tyd didn't lack the teeth to give a fight, but he wasn't the one he wanted to punish- not really. Maybe by proxy- which was the same reason he'd taken the feline in the first place: because he could, and also, because he'd been hungry and a pampered little kittypet in a yard might have tasted better than anything else he'd been eating. Bones still wanted to know whether that was true, so- could he go on the hunt for another one of the soft-bellied, doe-eyed lap warmers?

No. Wouldn't be enough. Sometimes it felt like nothing would ever be.

A burst of motion and movement, and Bones was on a hair-trigger, muscles coiling for a strike, until he realized it wasn't any sort of attacker. He still considered it, though, but it would be similar to jumping Tyd, just less interesting. He only grunted in response. Whatever had forced her into a bit of self-confidence probably wouldn't be worth it. He wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Hazel eyes dragged over the tom who stood next to her. Not quite big enough, though he rarely found anyone his height lately. The marbled feline didn't say anything, and neither would Bones; he didn't see any reason to, and hardly ever did. Social wasn't a word used to describe him.

This one was a little bigger than the others. The demeaning comment about Tyd didn't get much of a visible reaction, if anything. He wondered how much of his size was his fluff, and how much of it might be a challenge. "Depends," Bones began, gaze unwavering. "What am I looking at now?"

Unsurprisingly, he said nothing in response to the young female's greeting. Tydeus was more of a social-talker, so if they wanted conversation, they could go to his supposed flea. A purposely acquired flea at that.