Patchedfur was hunting; she smelled the air for any prey. She dropped into a hunting crouch, and crawled to where she scented the sparrow.
She quietly unsheathed her claws. She waited for the right time, and then....pouched on the helpless bird. She caught it, but also landed on a side of her face.
The bird struggled, flapping its wings, “Uh! Be quit stupid bird!” Patchedfur spat. A few heart beats later, it gave up. There it lay, dead.
She has a small scar on the left side of her face, bleeding slowly, and there was dust all over her face.
The small scar on her face stung, but she got over it. Patchedfur then carried the pray back to FrostClan territory.
When she got back to camp, a familiar white-and-grey cat approached her. It was Whitefall, one of her friends, ever since she joined FrostClan.
“What happened, Patchedfur?” Whitefall asked looking at the dust and small cut on her face.
“Well, I fell on my face, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong.” Patchedfur answered shyly. “I’m going to put this on the fresh-kill pile, maybe we could go hunting later, it’s a beautiful day.” Patchedfur mewed as she walked towards the fresh-kill pile, and put down the sparrow she caught. Some prey can’t give up without a fight... She thought as she looked down at the small bird she had recently caught.
Before you ask, NO, this didn't happen in a RP, I got booored.
Yeah Um, well, Ragdoll is sort of like a Weeping Angel, I guess. Whenever you look somewhere else, he moves around. You stare at him, he freezes. He always has this smiley face unless he's...sad XD If you scratch him, instead of blood, fluff comes out Um nothing else I guess :3
(Sick of It) If you're sick If you're sick If you're sick If you're sick of it
If you're sick If you're sick If you're sick of it!
When everything you do Don't seem to matter Your try but it's no use Your world is getting blacker
When every time you fail Has no answer. Every empty promise made His own reminder.
No one can make this better Take control it's now or never!
Are you sick of it? Raise your hands, get rid of it! While there's a fighting chance... Are you over it? Bored to death? Have you had enough regret? Take a stand, raise your hands...
Slamming doors and cell phone rings Hurricane force of silent screams Don’t know what to believe Bend the rule just to break it You're so tired 'cause you're gotta fake it But you just wanna be someone
3, 2, 1 for all and all for 1
Times will be bad, times will be good Things I wish I hadn’t done and some I wish I would Cutting through the American noise You’ve got a voice and a song to sing (and a song to sing)
This is a vent, I wasn't very happy when I started this in the morning because of some 'friends' in real life.. But talking to ~xAquaMoonx*Catatouille101=Gingerblazee and going out with some different friends this afternoon made me feel better. I am really proud of this and would like to request critique on here, I hope you will critique it... Oh and yeah, the mud texture doesn't belong to me, it belongs to whoever took the picture.