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01-16-2016, 01:24 PM
She could hear different feet – different shadows murmuring in the forest. And then her smell. The white cat's fur smells of horses and magic and meat. She was of the same bone structure, but not of the same mind. She's a pet, this other, but she's onto me. There is no time at all between the moment she knows she's been detected and the moment that discovery comes to it's conclusion. The stallion came thrashing and it was easy enough for the cat to avoid one or two of his slashing hooves but a third blow lands onto her shoulder blade. She can only let out a roar and sends her long, weathered claws out to find horse-flesh while she slowly retreats backward. Her eyes are wide and panicked and she keeps her yellow teeth showing, peeling her whiskers back so tight that she's squinting.
The other cat makes no move and just before the black feline makes a break for it she makes solid eye contact with her. It's only a second that her eyes find the cat's pale face and blue eyes. The old predator attempts to make her escape by flat out running and finding the nearest tree to clamor up with her busted shoulder.
The other cat makes no move and just before the black feline makes a break for it she makes solid eye contact with her. It's only a second that her eyes find the cat's pale face and blue eyes. The old predator attempts to make her escape by flat out running and finding the nearest tree to clamor up with her busted shoulder.
