Posts by Chaser

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Shiva, her soft grey, orange, and white fur bristling, grabbed the neck of her turkey and dragged it into a more secluded spot. She was not fond of the cats watching her eat.

{11}

Food... Glorious food. (I so did make a reference there.) It had been nearly a fortnight since her last meal... And Shiva would not let this one go to waste.

{12}

Finishing, with a good portion of the turkey remaining, Shiva licked her lips in gratification. Hiding her turkey in a clever spot, she thought to herself, And now, to scavenge.

{13}Picking around the dead turkeys, Shiva smelled each one and inspected their remains. She could be a picky eater, only ingesting things she knew would be alright and not cause her to become sick. Her standards met, she found a pair of turkeys, and dragged them off to her hiding place.

{14}

Shiva returned to her kill only to find it missing. Angered, she shuffled off with the pair of turkeys, leaving a trail of blood behind and stuffing them into a pile of snow next to her den. Obviously, she was not pleased at she had lost her kill.

{15}

Intrigued by a black-and-orange cat with an impressive pile of turkeys, and her eyes bigger than her stomach, and at times brain, Shiva ventured back to the area where the turkeys had broke out. Slowly, she approached the cat's stash, teeth closing around the head of one bird.

{16}

Seeing the cat drift off, Shiva grinned to herself, tugging on the turkey some more. It was a big one, nice and plump, and would go well with her other scavenged birds. The vixen had no fear of the cat, anyway. He was only around half her size, and she could overpower him if need be.

Growling, the fox dropped the bird. She could feel the cat's hiss on her fur, but she wanted that bird! Angry, she hastily grabbed the turkey, now loose, and took off with it, scrambling under the weight of it.

(Fight, fight, fight, fight!! Jk.)

{17}

{18}

Success! Another trophy to add to her collection. But, perhaps she would test her limits. After all, she was a rather curious beast, and wanted to see how the cats reacted to her. No, she wouldn't harm them unless attacked first, but she did want to bother them...

{19}

Sneaking up on Tigerclaw, Shiva plopped herself down near the turkeys. She didn't have ill intentions this time, and only wanted to unnerve the tom. Besides, she wasn't the type to waste her time killing cats if she didn't have to.

{20}

The fox sighed, not soliciting a single reaction, as Tigerclaw had fallen asleep. Bored with him, she wondered off, stumbling upon a pair of cats; two males, one older, one younger. Perhaps they would be more interesting.

{21}

They were talking in tongues, in the language of felines Shiva didn't understand. But nonetheless, she listened, craning her head. Silently, she stalked behind them, only a few feet away from their location.

{22}

"Hello," she greeted the cats, smiling in content that she had frightened them. No doubt they couldn't understand her. But she couldn't interpret their words, either.

{23. She's taking too much joy in this.}

Unfortunately, as a gray fox, this one could indeed climb trees. (It's true, look it up.) But had no intention to. Interested, she sat at the base of the tree, watching the cats as they shivered above.

{24}

Getting bored, her attention span rather short, Shiva dug her nails into the bark of the tree. She was coming up. Or at least wanted the cats to think so. Such a mean little fox she was, but only when it came to teasing.

{25}

Snickering in her fox tongue, which sounded much like panting to the felines, she started to climb. Getting to about three feet above ground, she stopped, awaiting their reaction. Curious, she let out a soft bark.

{26}

Now growing excited by their reactions, which she was glad to receive, she climbed higher. No harm done, but she was definitely not bored now.

{27}

Feeling claws on her snout, though luckily they didn't scratch deep enough to draw much blood, Shiva turned and growled at the cat who attacked her. But, though scraped, she continued her ascent. Of course, in a few minutes she would grow bored and go home, but hey, at least she could have a little fun.

{28}

Making her way to the level the cats were on, she climbed out onto a thick, separate branch. Settling down, she smiled, almost in a friendly way. She then began to laugh, the breathy laugh that she does, and sneezed.

Sneezing further, she shook her pelt some. She was now bored. "Bye bye," she crooned in her fox tongue, scooting back toward the trunk. Gently, she lowered herself down the tree. As she met the bottom, she turned to faced Bloodclaw. She sneezed in the feline's direction, as the cat was somewhat close to her, and padded toward a pile of feathers which she immediately began to toss in the air and play with.