Feral RP

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Redarah's flat, pointless snarl, the end of the tone so devoid of threat that it sounded like a dry gurgle, was cut as his side hit the brute. The rough body of the brute seemed to reverse the effect of his force, sending the kinetic energy of his blow into his own muscles. Sending the ripples of energy into his weak constitution and repelling him with great force so the lower half of his body twisted around the front half of the brute, and as his front was repelled and sent hurdling after his hide, his rough pads had failed to get a grip on the earth. His hide hit the earth, followed by his shoulders, the force of his own defeat rushing down to his legs, he flipped over once more in a tight, unintentional roll. His right hip laid spread at an angle on the floor, his scrawny legs pushed up at the dirt and dust until he wriggled his way onto his forelegs, laying with his right leg tucked under him. His ears pivoted in multiple, paranoid directions until they focused to the male. He blinked once, unsure of why the male was leaving, his right ear twitched as he heard rustling, his head turned to the female, a dire mistake in the eyes of an experienced wolf who would know not to turn their eyes away from an enemy even if he was departing, especially one like Rot. A surprised noise escaped his mouth as the female rested onto the floor, he wasn't used to wolves being submissive to him, especially females. He rushed, unsteadily to his feet his pads being the only strengthened part of his body for some strange reason, their bottoms scuffed and scarred made an easy cling on the forest floor. His burned, red fur beaming in the shafts of light from the trees making the edges appear golden and firey was fluffed from the roll. His eccentric black marked ears dropping closer into the fluff of his neck, so that they were no longer erect but in a lazy lift. "What are you doing?" An uneasy sound escaped his lips as he made careful steps over to the female, giving her a curious, flustered stare. "Are you hurt? Do you need water, can you speak?" It was obvious this wolf has never been in battle before, his eyes and fangs were bright with youth, fur fuzzed and utterly paranoid at the sight of blood. He didn't make necessary precautions, and he always seemed to do multiple unneeded things, ignorant as he was. His large paws stopped before her, bulky and bony. One of his lazy ears was drooped even lower, the black marked ear at a sort of tilt, making his anxious face appear strangely playful.

[Kodiak]

Tristan peered up at the adolescent male, her one golden eye stared warmly, as the opposing distorted oculi glanced with a foggy, hollow stare. "I'm fine, I think." She said smoothly, her body almost appearing less tense as the other wolf displayed himself as near harmless. A sleek tongue slipped out of her mouth as it brushed her bloodied chest fur with graceful licks. "Thank you. For helping. I'm not sure what exactly it did but it worked." Her cleansing tongue occasionally bumped 'gainst her narrow silver collar. She paused, her slipping back into her mouth. "So what's the name of such that saved a damsel in distress like me? Perhaps I shouldn't know..and just call you my knight?" Her lips curved, almost giving off a wolf-like grin. "I'm Tristan, or just Stan. My owners call me something else I think though.." Her lids closed and her breathing slowed calmly. "I'm sure I've already proven I can speak, so I'll go about the water thing. I'm quite parched, but I'll deal with it later~" Her eyes opened slowly, the tender honey eye being revealed along with the blind one. Her sweet breath came out in small whispers. "...My, my. My brother seems to have grown a bit, hm." She paused, taking in the passing breeze through hungry nostrils, ready to rid of the putrid scent of dead wolf with a fresh forest scent. "So, how long have you been around in this dear forest? I don't believe I saw you last time I was here, although my memory isn't too lovely, but perhaps I just over looked you? You seem pretty young." Large, velvet ears flicked and resumed their lowered state. Her good eye was gazing at his unique ears, and her countenance grew warm.

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Redarah's lowest drooped ear flicked, lifting momentarily and then sagging to the same position as his stare followed her tongue onto the collar, which his eyes examined. His narrow jaws opened like he was about to comment on the collar, but the females next few comments took him by surprise, his voice squeaking as he cut off. The base of Redarah's ears pivoted so now the black marked appendages were erect, his eyes wide, and expression flustered. He began to uneasily shift his large, bony paws around the dirt, like he was testing foot holds. He seemed a lot less confident and arrogant than wolves greater of his age, he looked young enough to have only experienced his first hunting trip. He fumbled with his words, the openings of his ears now burying in the red fluff of his neck, shifting his frosty blue gaze away to some ferns at his left. "I-I didn't really save you, I just sort of-" He cleared his throat, his ears swiveled a little more so that his ears were placed at a deeper angle into his fur, almost pressing flat on his skull. His opal stare now scurried aimlessly over the canopies and mulch of the forest. "I'm Redarah." He spoke flatly, trying to rid his anxious voice of its uneasiness, when she mentioned the brute being her brother he didn't really comment, but his gaze returned to her. He appeared strangely amused, a placid chuckle escaping his lips. He found it very hard to believe, but he wouldn't doubt her words. The edges of his lips stiffened and lifted, giving off a cheerful grin like posture, his ears pivoted so they became erect once more. His thin muscles loosened in his tough shoulders, his chest being lowered closer to the ground, stretching his scrawny legs in front of him. The blunt points of his claws lifting a few particles of earth over the surface, his back dipped, his back legs only bending slightly. Redarah's large red and black tail, the bottom teeming with fluff waved playfully above his slim body, swaying from side to side. "I haven't been around too long, as you can probably tell." His youthful eyes gave a small glint, concealing their frosty gaze. "So Tristan, do you want to play with me? I'm not that good of a fighter, so you could easily win." Redarah wasn't contemplating that it wasn't good to rough house when you're wounded and with someone you don't really know. Usually wolves at his adolescent age would try to shed their puppy hood, eager to be feared and respected, trying to escape from their looks by being mature. The way Redarah acted, he was either incredibly ignorant, or just special. Redarah blinked, following Tristan's stare up to his black marked ears, as if on cue they flicked, one after the other, pivoting so they were erect. Redarah chuckled, once again ignorantly concealing his pale gaze. "It's kind of funny, all my relatives have dark fur. Yet I came out like a charred lobster... So how old are you?" His ears went back into that tilting sag, his black unique tail giving a flick.

[Kodiak]

Tristan remove her gaze from his ears and lifted her maw to the trees, catching the next breeze again. "Redarah? Such a ...unique name." She presented another pleasant wolf-like smile, her tail curling closer to her flanks. "Well if you didn't save me then what did you do? Even if you can't tell me that, simply, what do you think would've happened if no one came? Just your presence is heroic, at least." Her eyes closed in tranquility, although her chest was still tainted with the unholy color of red. "It must be hard to be alone in the forest with that fur. It must attract alot of unwanted attention-hunters and the whole deal. That must mean you're in a pack perhaps?" Her tongue grazed over the spots between her toes. "I am 499 moons old, 10 hours [add wolf measurement here lol] and 54 minutes." Her nostrils flared humorously, her ears lifting from their pressed state. Her wound stung bitterly, almost making her wince, but her fidgets kept her busy and her mind off of it. "Sure, I'll play. Come at me first though, I don't feel like getting up just yet, if you don't mind." Her grin widened wildly.

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Redarah's eyes widened, a little perplexed and taken off guard by Tristan's persistence at his actions. He tried to hide his flushing cheeks by shifting onto his back, rolling his weight onto his side and then lifting his forepaws in the air, wrapping his fluffy tail around one leg, his front paws hovering over his brisket. It was again, a very stupid thing to do in the wild, and even more ignorant he stretched his head so his gaze was still with Tristan's, leaving the pallet of his throat wide open. His lips quivered into an uneasy smile, the length of his black marked ears pressing against the mulch on the floor. "I guess I did do something." He said sheepishly, feeling pride swell in his chest, trying to dampen it. His leader had always said, pride bit off his father's head. Redarah spoke through his wolven grin that showed some of his teeth, not in aggression put the simple gravity of being upside down had tugged at his lips. "Yup, I have a pack behind me. However, I'm sort of a nuisance to them, being young is never very helpful when it comes to skill. Or at least that's what brother says. But what about you and hunters, your fur is pretty.. ur... pretty unique too." He cleared his throat, almost slipping over his tongue. He was about to try and regain his composure by going off on something random when the mess of numbers came to his ears, he shifted once again. Leaning his body weight onto his left forearm so he could rest on his belly, lean forearms stretched in front of him, his fluffy black back fur clinging to dead leaves and mulch, most of it on the center of the black line than the rest of his red fuzz. He blinked slowly, his ears in that playful, tilted position, the strange look stayed for a while before he grinned and got to his feet, leaves rustling beneath his bulky paws and some of the leaf undergrowth falling to the earth. "You sure know your numbers." His grin slimmed, pale frosted eyes concealed. "And you can stop pretending your alright. I can hear your wound burning, there's a kind of moss that grows on logs that can heal that quickly. If you'd care to follow, that is." Redarah's left ear gave a small flick, the edges of his lips lifting to proclaim that youthful grin once again.

[Kodiak]

Tristan ...(O crap I forgot how she acted...xD) repositioned her cranium facing Redarah again as the breeze calmed. "So you do have a pack then. I don't know why I feel surprised, that's a normal thing for a wolf, right?" Her foot shifted so her curled tail could tuck underneath. Stan's tounge snuck out to touch the tip of her nose, and then retreated back into it's keep. Her golden eyes flickered, her demeanor consistant. "When life is monotonous you have to have something to keep your mind at bay. I've choosen to make my mind trained in the work of numbers." She finally rose, wincing slightly again, yet it seemed less each time. Back arched so that forelegs stretched forward and haunches rose. Her tail curled to touch her back gently. "My fur," she said through a strained stretching voice. "is actually quite managable I assume. Not that I've had to hunt ever in my life, but i'm sure it's alot more nifty-er than flame red. No offense, mind.~" She suddenly flopped back onto her tummy, as if something was wrong, but she still upheld that wolfish smile. "That's very nice of you, but I'm a bit..tired, Red-can I call you that?"

[asail]

Redarah had a bit of a dumb expression on his face, obviously not exposed to much hardship in life. He kept up no alert, or any precaution of the sort. His head titled to the right upon the long, furry arch of his neck in a sort of questioning way. "'Normal'? I guess..." Redarah seemed a little troubled by something as his gaze left Tristan for a moment. His almost burnt colored tail, red and gleaming brilliantly in the dim forest light waved back and forth as if to keep his young mind busy. "Sure, why not, people call me a lot of things since my name is so weird." His nostrils flared in a sort of wolven chuckle that vibrated the air in his lungs in a sort of purr like laughter. He really seemed too harmless to bear, it was hard to believe such a wolf was allowed to walk about himself. Almost immediately after he spoke he lifted himself to his awkward footing, his large, bony paws making little noise beneath his scrawny legs. He played with his footing a bit until they were comfortable on the many levels on the forest floor. "Maybe I should bring the moss back, it appears like you can't stand up very well." Without consent from Tristan he set off. He was surprisingly fast for even a youthful wolf. His limbs were long and he didn't have that much muscle to him so his bounds were higher, faster. Upon his return his chest heaved heavily, breath thick behind the moss and assorted mulch in his mouth that he picked up accidentally. He lowered his cranium next to Tristan and carefully opened his jaws, dropping the green, crushed moss before her. "Eat, it'll help." Redarah advised, that silly wolven grin back on his face once he stood at his full height.
(Sorry that this post is extremely crappy, but I forgot how he acted and I need to nibble on something so I was like... D=)

[asail]

A shrill wail sounded, gruff and breathless. Moss was torn and leaves rustled on the floor of the bramble nest that made up the Nursery. The brambles lined with thorns and heavy shrubs where light could only enter from the previous chambers. The wail was emitted from a young black and white female. Her soft raven pelt dusty and stretched awkwardly over her incredibly swollen belly that seemed too large for her body. The female panted and screamed, her body writhing about and stretching into grotesque positions. Her tongue lolled and blood made her fur cling to her legs and stain the floor. "By heaven's name! What is this?" She screamed, her wail loud and consumed by pain. She thrashed once more and howled out as another wave of blood dyed her ankles and crept slowly about her feet. The glossy white of her throat and paws ware already starting to become stained. "Make it stop!" She yowled again, a long, painful yowl. Her head rolled back in a pain filled scream. She was not alone, however, another terrified queen was at the back of the nest. She was slim, having already birthed her kit. Her jaw was drooped, quivering in terror at the grueling scene. As Sweetsound wailed once more, her paws releasing her claws in a relief seeking stretch the queen bolted out of the Nursery. "Please, clearance, please! Hailcloud! Assistance!" She yelled, her urgent voice overpowered at the end by another grueling scream from Sweetsound. "Assistance please!" The queen screamed louder, her voice desperate as she sprinted at top speed to fetch the medicine cat. Her white pelt a dart in the black.

[Kodiak]

A slightly large cat dressed in fine shades of white emerged from an underground lair. His massive paws stirred dust once a gait was achieved, yet it was not a running pace. Hailcloud ambled his way to the frantic queen, his strides surprisingly graceful. Once he was near her, he calmed his steps and spoke as he walked past her. "Are the new arrivals coming?" He purred demeanor never resorting to a emotional tempest. His meows were somewhat muffled. Hailcloud slipped into the nursery to approach the tormented queen. "Your poor young warrior body." He mewed, pushing somethings from his mouth with his tongue at the end of his sentence. He nudged them near her lashing figure and let his tongue stroke between her ears as if to calm her. "Be calm now, Sweetsound. These poppyseeds will fight your pain." He attempted to clean away some of the blood on her throat even with her thrashing. Hailcloud's flanks were rested squarely on the nursery floor, his tail weaving over the shape of his paws.

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"Hail-" The queen was cut short. She made no point of the matter and doubled on her hackles. She took on a slower pace to ease her heavy breathing and the vicious beating of her heart. By the time she had cleared the obnoxious reeds and brambles of the nursery opening Hailcloud was already at work giving her the medications and trying to calm her. Sweetsound replied to the licks with a heavy whimper, her breath raspy and desperate. "Please. Please just let me die... Oh god... Oh god..." Tears began to fall rapidly from her eyes and her thrashing and writhing was getting weaker as the lift and fall of her belly became a grudging effort in itself. She was getting dreadfully weak, she shuddered with her painful sobs until her head reeled back again in a loud wail. Her tail curling and the fur that wasn't plastered to her skin by sweat and blood stood on end. She swiped at the poppy seeds with her paw, bringing them closer to her as she carried them in the cup of her small paw. She bent her head forward, her spine and skull trembling with effort. She opened her jaws with longing sparking in her eyes when they suddenly closed. Her jaws opened wide as her loudest wail screeched from her throat, her legs stretching and back craning. Her body giving off a large spasm feeling her innards tear, blood spilling from her backside as a small grey lump parted from her. The second kit came in quick succession, bringing with him strands of tissue and more blood. Sweetsound's screams disturbing and so shrill they became shrieks. Her high pitched wails forming sharp words filled with pain and fear. "Damn you!" She fell on her side. The queen was at work cleaning the kits from the blood and juices that burdened their coats. Their small fragile bodies letting out scared rebellious mews as the queen's frantic licks. Panting heavily, Sweetsound's eyelids sagged and her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her breath heaved in and out, her swollen belly was beginning to deflate from the loss of their burden, however the blood still dripped slowly. She seemed to completely forget the existence of the poppy seeds her jaws parted and lungs burning as the previous smell of mulch and cedar was overpowered by the sharp odor of her own blood. She was very quiet, her breathing shallow and long. Like her lungs weren't receiving the air properly. She looked like dead weight. She grunted, stirring with a flinch. Her eyes squeezing shut, then they slowly opened. Her eyes forlorn, wandering. "There's one more... I don't know if I can make it..." She admitted in slow, breathless words. Her eyelids sagged lower. The queen was busy in her work, trying to distract herself as to stifle the tears beginning to brim in her eyes.

[Kodiak]

Hailcloud's expression remained constant, his distinctive eyes flickering. His ear twitch at the high catlike noises and his mouth was left slightly open, to breathe in the air rather than collect the blood stench through his nostrils. He pushed some wads of moss near her, trying to keep the blood on there and make her environment more soft. Hailcloud's gaze shifted from one kit to the other curiously, making sure they had no obvious defects. His eyes hovered over the untouched poppy seeds and his teeth reached for them carefully. One massive paw pushed between Sweetsound's lips to part them and slightly pry open her mouth. If he was successful, he would drop in the precious seeds and stroke her throat with his muzzle to help make her throat at ease from all the screeching. Curious emerald eyes flashed at the opening of the set, followed by a anxious mew that sounded almost like a gasp. The little apprentice was drawn to the noises that were terrifying to him out of instinct. "Wow what's going on, is she going to be okay?"
Hailcloud did not respond and Frogpaw was hushed and shoved away by an older and more respected feline. The gentle white giant hovered over the queen. His paws worked at her side, pressing down her strained hips with controlled pressure and in intervals. "I will try to help your blood flow, the looseness of it is making it unbalanced and painful. But you yourself need to deliver that kit. Starclan's voice is strong, but they are not calling for you."

Doublestar drew his tongue gentle over his brother's nose, his eyes closed as a purr was emitted. Their shoulders were kept tightly snugged against each other in a leaning position. He would occasionally feel a tap on his haunches from his brother's delicate, flicking tail. The two were laying amoungst the dust and dirt on the side of the camp, away from the boxcars. One of the felines stretched their jaws in a yawn, while the other open his mouth to speak. "Fallingrain!" He called for his deputy, ears twitching. The other let his head fall and slip down his brother's shoulder sleepily. His gaze did not follow his brother, but rather Moltencopper, who was returning to the camp. He had a plump vole wedge between his teeth, and although he had permission to eat what he caught, his stomach suddenly dimmed away all hunger. His ears pressed flat to his skull, realizing he didn't have to go out after all. He carried the vole away with him elsewhere, out of Doublestar's sight.

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Sweetsound's jaws fell open easily, the weak push of her breathing couldn't be felt. She squeezed her eyes shut as she was forced to swallow causing a hollow burn to arise from her raw throat. Her eyes widened but fell quickly as Hailcloud began to even her blood flow. Her eyes clenched again. Her voice strained in hefty grunts and the occasional yowl. The poppy seeds did dull some of the pain but the pain of birth was very hard to sedate completely. She seemed so exhausted, her grunts delayed and breath coming frequently and heavily. Her body twitched, her eyes opened wide and her muscles tensed. Her blood stopped its thin flow for a brief moment. Then with a final shudder and gasp from Sweetsound the third and last kit was born. A wet bundle covered in black fur. The kit was too muddled to squeak and mew until the queen reached out for the kitten with a bent paw. Pulling it back to her with her paw around its tiny chest and bestowed a set of licks. The kitten squirmed but hardly made a sound unlike his siblings that continued to mew. Sweetsound couldn't do anything but breath, her eyes almost closed. Her breathing was so shallow that there appeared to be no rise and fall of her sides. Sweetsound had given birth to three kittens that appeared generally healthy. A pale silver female, the largest of the three. A small white male with the a coat that appeared the thickest of the litter. Then the last was the quiet black male, the smallest and weakest looking of the group. The queen didn't speak a word, not knowing what to say or even wanting to look up. Almost the entire cavern was stained by Sweetsound's blood, the sight was the the most grueling birth the old queen had ever seen.

One of Fallingrain's black ears pivoted, his strong head turning to the voice. He lifted from his post on a bare rock a bit away from the pair. His raised himself on sturdy limbs, the male shaking the dust from his white, black spotted pelt. Licking his lips he then made his way over in an easy stride, his distinctive fuzzy black tail waving behind him. He reached quickly and sat before Doublestar. His strong head turned attentively yet his the look in his eyes was bored. "Yeah?" Fallingrain never really addressed the leader respectfully, nor the leaders of any other clan. It was just his way.

[Kodiak]

At the sight of the last of Sweetsound's kit, Hailcloud let out a purr of relief. His nose sniffed curiously at one of the kits, his expression grateful. "They are beautiful kits, Sweetsound." Hailcloud mewed, eyes closed contently. He directed his attention to the poor queen. "I'm going to clean up a bit and keep an eye on the four. Do you think you fetch that curious apprentice and tell him to get me some fresh bedding?" His thick tail outlined the perimeter of his haunches, and let out a curt twitch. Although Hailcloud had the body and stature of a opposing warrior, he no longer lived in the days of fighting. He was older than most cats, yet his fur still appeared as pure as it was when he was a kit. Hailcloud now relies more on his faith of his religious life rather than his claws.
Frogpaw blinked blankly, muzzle tucked between his two paws. His confused emerald eyes flashed warily and his tail waved horizontally across the sand. He was a slightly young apprentice, two moons into training. Frogpaw's nose wrinkled, remembering the intense smell of the queen's blood.

Doublestar sat up, his shoulders raised high. His dosing brother fell down to his right haunch. "Have you gathered a patrol yet? Remember I want atleast four or five cats on patrol at a time. You need to keep up." He meowed expressionlessly, whether he responded positively or not. His paw rose before his muzzle and he drew out a tongue to lick delicately between his toes. "If you are taking part and are hungry hunt on the way, I don't want to waste any more time with hunting patrols. Those are strictly for apprentices' training anyway." His sharp eyes were still, rarely blinking. The other's eyes, however, blinked lazily as he awoke from his uncomfortable slumber. Their eyes contained the same shades of blue, tender and light. The only difference was the coloring on the forelegs. They are inseperable twins, normally sharing the same thoughts and tastes. Ever since the sudden death of Violetstar, the deputy had been messing with the rules. And of course, first of all, he brought his brother to power alongside him. He had vanquished the title of Medicine cat, and heavied the burden of apprenticeship. Because of these acts, both cats were denied the tradition of extra lives in service.

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The queen nodded apprehensively. Carefully removing herself from the kits, stepping over them lightly. "Of course." She responded a little too quickly. She cast a wary glance at Sweetsound before turning her narrow head back to the entrance. She was able to step slower this time. Avoiding one of the thorns that had nipped her fur previously. She poked her head out from one of the large fronds, her fatigued stare flickering over the view of the camp before landing on Frogpaw. (Assuming he was there and shiz xD) Her voice was tired but kind. "Frogpaw, could you grab some bedding for me please? Hailcloud requested it. Oh, and don't worry. All three kits were born safely, thank Starclan," She let out a soft purr. "If you get back fast enough I'll let you see them as long as you promise to keep quiet." Her body remained concealed, her face filled with relief and gratitude. Unknowing that inside the nursery Sweetsound had stopped breathing and moving entirely. The queen's little sister was dead from loss of blood and exertion.

Fallingrain's left ear twitched and remained placed to his skull. His nose wrinkled in displeasure but his strong body remained rigid and still with his fluffy black tail strewn on the ground carelessly. "I know the rules," Fallingrain responded curtly. "As you've requested I assembled two parties. One for morning and evening, the fifth applicant of the evening patrol came down with a sickness so I'm taking her place." The was a small pause when Fallingrain was finished, trying to calm himself. "Is that all?"

[Kodiak]

Doublestar's gaze had transformed from it's sharp stare into a small challenging blaze. His left ear flicked, and his tail curled around his brother's side. "Perfect as always." He mewed, quite satisfied. "Don't forget to bring my apprentice, Northpaw with you. Although I'm sure I don't have to tell you this." His back arched in a stretch, tongue curling in a open mouth.

Frogpaw's ears rose to their heights immediately, jumping to his feet. "Oh hello! And yeah of course. My legs were getting stiff anyways." At her last words he suddenly clamped his mouth shut. "Yeah I'll be at my quiet-est!" He whispered, barely moving his jaws. He bounced away with energetic leaps, leaving the queen.

Hailcloud's eyes were locked on the fragile kittens, his face expressionless. His clouded eyes casted their reflection, yet his thoughts were elsewhere. He knew the young, but lifeless body of their mother was just next to him, but he directed his values to the life that was given from this sacrifice. Hailcloud slipped down onto his belly, forelegs extending outward to slightly touch the kittens, giving them some sense of feel and that someone was there. "Why, why didn't Starclan tell me?" He mewed, trying to keep his emotions at neutral, like they always were. "I called for their voices, but I heard nothing but whispers, too far away. There's something not right about this. Why would they push me away, of all times?" His voice was surprisingly placid, not showing any signs of being offended. Hailcloud's eyes gazed tenderly at the trio of kittens.

A small figure was curled tightly into a ball. His tail touched the tip of his nose, his wide intriguing eyes staring blankly. He could see a old, huge building somewhat near to him, something that was once used by humans. His little sides rose up and down shakily, too tired to do anything more. A mouse scurried past, sniffing curiously, but the cat did not react. A fox, who had been trailing the mouse, suddenly stopped, eyes absorbing the kitten's image. Foxes normally do not approve of dead food, so she extended a muzzle to tuck underneath the kitten and roll it over. It did not mew, but sharp claws shot out, striking the narrow muzzle of the canine. It yelped, instinctively backing up. The kitten returned to it's locked position, ears pressed closely to his cranium. Enraged, the fox leaped forward, pawing at the kitten with his stout canine claws. It's fangs grabbed for the kittens neck, clamping on it's scruff with a painful grip. The kitten's own fangs met the fox as well, snagging it's tender eye. It growled but then cried out dropping the cat, who after the struggle did not move.


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