;-; Tamagachi ;-;

[Blair ;;]

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Tamagachi. .

The beautiful one known as Tamagachi walked through the rogue's territory, her eyes focused on whatever was in front of her. The heat blazed down on her. It was probably one hundred and nine degrees Fahrenheit in counting. Her fluffy pelt was drenched with sweat, and she wasn't as beautiful as she could be.

Tamagachi's eyes met some prey, and she expertly slid into a crouch. It was a small mouse, something that she always caught. Her body was skinny on the ground, but stood out because of her white pelt. She slid on the ground, which wasn't a good hunting technique, but she didn't care. Her ears lay back. She was at the blind spot of the small mouse.

Instinctively as it moved, she sprang. It jumped, a soft squeal, as she got its tail. She tried to pull it ever so close to her, but the technique failed. It sprang away, and just as it did, her belly rumbled. She cursed.

Tsunami would have caught that for me. So would have Tachigami.. her eyes narrowed slightly, looking up at the sky. Why did Tokyo, Okima, and Tsunami have to pass away? she wanted to wail to the sky.

It didn't matter now. No since being pissed off about it when she had prey to catch..

[Clove]

Thistle lays in leaves. His tail swishes back and forth. He clacks his teeth from boredom. He is leaning on this right side. He sees movement under the leaves. He rises up on his three legs slowly. He doesn't want to alert whatever prey is crawling there. He stalks forward. One would think he'd be clumsy, but he's adapted fairly well to having only three legs.

He tenses up the muscles in his hind legs. He finally spots the creature in full view. It's a mouse. It was making a lot of noise so something was probably after it already. Since whatever it was doesn't seem to be around, he'll worry about that later. He lets go and pounces. His technique is strange. He stretches out his single fore paw and digs his claws in deep. He falls onto his haunches and flips the mouse into the air. It lays on the ground dazed. He bites its neck. Warm blood fills his jaws. He would purr if his life were not so dreary.

His teeth dig into the flesh of the mouse. He rips away the good parts. He barely chews because of his sharp teeth. He swallows the delicious chunks. He draws his tongue over his jaws with delight after he has finished. His belly is full. Now is the time to investigate. His eyes dart about the trees. He thinks back for a moment. He starts heading in the direction the mouse came from. He can almost sense a presence. He scrunches his nose in a scowl. He draws open his jaws and breathes in the scents around him. He picks up an old odor of fox. Nothing new really. He can smell a squirrel nearby. He fights himself to keep from going after it. Then the smell of a young she-cat assaults his sense of smell. He digs his claws into the ground. He hates she-cats. However, if she's really young, he may not hurt her. Since it doesn't have the milky smell of a kit, that's unlikely. He raises his voice.

"Who are you strange cat?!"

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi was sitting there, scowling slightly at the thought of not catching the mouse. She focused on what was around her. A foreign scent came to her. The scent that annoyed her to the core, I guess you could say. A flashback ran through her mind.

Momma was running through the plains and stopped hesitantly, Okima being held by his scruff in her mouth. Tokyo was trotting behind, playfully nipping at me: Tamagachi. Tamagachi's eyes were ahead at why Tsunami, their mother, had stopped.

"What is it Mommy?" asked Tachigami, her eyes flicking back and forth. Tachigami looked exactly like Tamagachi. They almost were twins.

"Fox. Take in the scent. Never get near it." Said Tsunami sternly, her eyes narrowing.

"Why not, Momma?" Tokyo said basically, his eyes pealed for what she said was a fox.

"Because. They will eat you. And that's not a joke either. They eat little kits, kill them like they were a mouse." Tsunami snarled lightly, beginning to back away from the scent. "Take in a good scent, children, never get near it."

"What does it look like?" I had asked, moving closer. Tsunami pushed me back with her tail.

"It's a giant red thing, that looks like a dog. Giant paws, too. It's a ugly looking thing, uglier than a badger. It's tail is fluffy. Never get near it." she repeated for what seemed to be the hundredth time. And we all understood.

Tamagachi finished her flashback. Yes, that was the scent of a fox. She hated the thought. When she was about to continue to smell, she heard a booming voice that seemed to be coming from behind her, "Who are you strange cat?!"

She jumped, whipped around, what little claws she had unsheathed. She observed the cat who must have been behind her. "I'm Tamagachi. Loner. Who are you?"

[Clove]

Thistle appears from the trees. He peers down at the small white cat. She is likely over 6 moons. She looks too large to be a kit. He examines her smallish claws. His claws are already unsheathed. She glares the cat suspiciously. He thinks about slinking his claws into her soft flesh. The blood spatters over her white fur. He shakes the gruesome thoughts away. There's no need for that.

"My name is Thistle and I'm a rogue," he growls fiercely.

He observes how young she is. She seems to be close to kit-hood, but he is also sure she's well past it. She's certainly not old enough to invoke true hate from him. She's so small and.... well she's living on her own so she's obviously not helpless. He wagers he could win a fight with her though. His muscles become tense. His tail lashes. He takes a few steps towards her. "How many moons are you?" He spits. He digs his fore-claws into the ground and stares at her intensely, attempting intimidation.

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi was not born a skittish cat. She was just about almost born a warrior. She could fight when she needed to, but she was fine just on her own.

And when someone was trying to act intimidating, she knew it. This cat, Thistle, he said was his name. He was just only trying to intimidate her. It wasn't going to work. She sat down. She wasn't submitting herself to him, nor was she acting like she was going to attack him at any moment. She was just sitting there, staring back into his green eyes.

Tamagachi's claws were still unsheathed, but they were short. It would be easy to hurt this cat, though. Even if she didn't have much fighting experience. Tokyo knew more about fighting than her. And he taught everything he knew to her.

Tamagachi looked back at him, her eyes slightly cold. But it didn't matter. "I'm nine and a half moons, living on my own." The skinniness of her pelt from living on her own for two moons was probably showing with her pelt matted down from sweat. She was staring directly into his eyes still, watching his intimidation. Heh, he was bad at acting.

[Clove]

Thistle saw that this cat wasn't fazed. He flicked his tail in frustration. Cats who are familiar to this place know to fear him. Obviously this cat is an idiotic nuisance. He sheathes and unsheates his claws. They dig into the dirt. He is about to shred her and get rid of this headache. However, a thought strikes him. He hasn't come across a she-cat that holds her ground in a while, especially one so young. He feels slightly impressed. The feeling sickens him. He huffs in irritation. He starts to walk closer.

It is just as he thought. She is well past being a kit. She is nine moons. That's only about 3 moons away from 12 moons. He knows that's the age clans consider a cat a warrior. He's almost daunted by the fact that she's only about 4 moons younger than him, yet she's not afraid. He decides not to take any notice to his stupid thoughts. He scoffs instead.

"Where's your family kit?" He hisses.

Suddenly, he sees a squirrel. His head whips to the side, and his green eyes widen. The scrawny mouse, he realizes, didn't really fill him up. The squirrel scratches around. Its ginger tail twitches enticingly. His tongue darts out over his muzzle. He gazes back at the cat by him and hopes she doesn't notice his reactions. He gets ready to dash forward.

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi flinched. Not at him trying to be so intimidating, but at the thought of telling this cat her past. Her family. But she would go into it anyways, with as little detail as possible.

"My mother died when I was six moons. Before that, I had three siblings: Tachigami, the female, who looked like me. Almost identical. Okima, that was my brother. Okima's fur was brown. Tokyo was black, like my father. My mother's name was Tsunami. She died lastly. The first two died from how cold it was and how young they were. Tokyo died from a twoleg's car hitting him."

Well, that seemed short enough. It wasn't that long, plus it didn't seem that she cared. She was still meeting his eyes, his hiss barely even fazing her. She shrugged basically and noticed he only had three legs. He seemed to be getting along just fine without the forth.

She could probably never do such. Like it mattered, anyways. Her pelt was less sweaty now, although it was still hot outside.

[Clove]

Thistle nodded emptily at her words. He scowled, feeling jealous. All he had once was a hateful mother. He eyed the squirrel in his peripheral vision. He wondered what the effect was of 'loved' ones dying. He doesn't know what it's like to love, really. He only felt pain when the kits he was raising died, but he didn't have that much of a deep connection. "What was your mother like? How did she treat you?" He asked, his voice a bit gentler this time. He curled his claws at the thought of his own abusive mother.

After a moment's hesitation, he focuses his full attention on the squirrel. It's still hanging around despite the two cats' talking. He crouches down. He stalks forward in that odd, awkward way of his. He rushes into the squirrel. He slides into the ground and hooks his claws into the squirrel's belly. He rolls over, swinging the squirrel along with him. He presses it into the ground and snaps its head with his jaws. He licks the blood off his muzzle. He looks over at Tamagachi. A normal tom might feel self-conscious or maybe would have been showing off. Neither of those things had meaning to him. He wasn't normal by any means.

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi looked back at him as he asked. She was about to respond when he moved to get the squirrel. God, did it look good.. Eh, she would catch one later.. She perked her ears, her stomach rumbling quietly. The thought of not having any food for a moon was showing on her. Her whole body when she was sweating as bad as she was, was skinny to the bone. And this cat, he had probably caught twenty squirrels within that amount of time. She had only caught a small, scrawny mouse that was too weak to run.

Tamagachi sighed softly, then stood, beginning to pace. She replied with a soft, "She was kind. I guess I miss my siblings the most, though.. Even if some of them I wasn't that close to."

I guess you could say that, she thought softly. She remembered being gravely close to Tokyo. Tachigami was the next on the line, but she barely remembered Okima, her other brother. And her mom, she was close to her, but that was only because she was her mother. And her mother was usually in a depressed mood because of the death of her kits. She didn't take care of them very well, but she didn't care. She still loved them..

[Clove]

Thistle drops the squirrel for a moment. His thoughts go to his horrible mother again. He feels a twinge of jealousy deep inside. He barely listens to what she says. "My-" He glares at the ground and stops. No way is he giving this random cat his life story. He hated clan life and his mother and just wants to forget about it. He feels doubt saying it all out loud will help anything. It may only make him feel worse. "Never mind. You wouldn't be interesting in hearing anything about my pathetic life," He meows with fake sadness.

He pokes his teeth into the squirrel and lifts its limp body in the air. He prefers to eat without other cats around. It's just bothersome. He sinks his claws into its small body. It's irresistibly bigger than the mouse though. He hopes this cat beats it soon so he can eat. The squirrel looks exceptionally good. He stares at her, practically willing her to try and steal it. She appears to be hungry, and he could swear that he heard her belly rumbling. He smirks.

"Squirrels are my favorite prey. Their flesh just has this juicy, unique taste that mice don't have; for just a moment of bliss," He tells her mockingly.

The leaves shuffle overhead as a light wind blows through the forest. The dead leaves on the ground either blown off or left over from winter race across the ground. Birds chatter all around him. He can see the sun peeking through the treetops. His ears lay back against his head. He examines the squirrel. Its once soft, ginger fur is caked in blood. He swipes his tongue across his muzzle, as he finds himself wishing to dig his teeth into the flesh he recently described to the cat in front of him. His ears bounce up.

"I would eat, but I feel bad about you not having anything," He mews in a mocking voice still. His eyes twinkle with self-amusement. He chuckles darkly. He hasn't had fun in a while. "However, I'm sure you'll find something soon. There's lots of prey in the forest even with all the darned warriors running around," He sighs, dragging his claws out of the squirrel and over the leaves. They crunch.

He finally can't take it anymore and dives down. He plants his teeth into a part of the squirrel. Blood flows into his mouth. It tastes much better than the scrawny mouse. He rips a chunk out and is soon swallowing. He lifts his head back up and stares at the young she-cat.

"Sorry," He deadpans,"It was calling me and I couldn't resist any longer." He laughs again but with more humor.