Before the cat could manage to claw her in the face, the fox reared up, spitting feathers at the cat and pushing forward with her forelegs. Shiva was not fond of getting attacked for things, especially when she just wanted to play. Feeling she was not wanted here, she took a mouthful of feathers and scooted away to her den.
{That makes 30!}
Shiva arrived in her den only to find some of the turkey missing. (-rageface-) Now paranoid further, she grabbed what remained of her (noms) turkeys and shoved them into her den, curling her body around them protectively.
{...31!! Badge time? x3}
Nestling around her food, which would soon begin to smell despite the fox really caring, Shiva slipped into a fit of restless sleep. Mainly, this was due to the paranoia someone would steal her delicious (noms) food, and as she had barely survived the last few weeks, the vixen was not willing to let this happen.
(Anddddd, 'le end.' I'm gonna RP elsewhere for now. ^_^)
{32.}
"True," she agreed, heading out with the toms. It would be nice to get some fresh air, despite the cold wind nipping at her lungs.
Of course… He remembered digging for voles and the like as an apprentice, though at the time he found it useless. “Never been fond of their taste, they’re just too…” he shrugged, unable to find the words for it. Feeling her pelt against his, a curious sensation overwhelmed him. It was warm and exciting, tempting yet patient. It was like all these moons of waiting for something, anything to happen in his life to change it, was finally beginning to be worth it.
He hadn’t noticed her tail draping over him until she pulled it away. As she did so, he felt a pang of rejection, wondering if she was only playing with his already frustrated emotions. The tom, seeing with the eyes and recalling the memories of Battlestare but feeling with the heart and soul of Ottertail, had become hopelessly attracted to this she-cat in their short time together. After all, she was the only other cat alive that knew his story, or at least a good part of it. She could understand his pain, and he hers…
Turning from her, he grimaced and sighed, remembering their current allegiances. It could never work, he thought. She’s a RiverClan cat… I’m… An exile who took shelter among ShadowClan… Feeling defeated he hung his head slightly, weighed down by the heaviness of the world. She was the first to pay him any mind, to seek him out. The same couldn’t be said of his female clanmates, in fact he was barely considered a part of the clan. Shaking off his sadness for her sake, he turned back, renewing his attention on her.
“It’s beginning to get rather dark… Isn’t your mate wondering where you are at this time? I could only assume he’d be worried, after all, I don’t think he’d be wanting to lose you,” he said, concerned she no longer wished to keep him company. Few cats would want to spend their time lingering around a tom like him, one who was secretive and scarred in many ways from his past. He hoped she would answer his question the way he wanted, maybe even needed, to hear.
Contemplating, yes. ^_^;
