Post by Brave on Mar 29, 2020 15:04:09 GMT -5
Russetfall - Tom - Chasmclan - Guard
It was early morning in Chasmclan and though not a hint of sunshine could be seen or felt. The cats were up and out of their nests starting on their duties for the day. Having snacked on a quick mole for energy, Russetfall set out to patrol the many tunnels and caverns that made up Chasmclan's mountain territory. His whiskers brushing the cold stone walls, the young tom trekked along. His jaws parted to draw in the scents before him. His ears perked for sounds. He could smell his clanmates unique odors, some old and some newer. Unconcerned with those he ignored them seeking anything out of the ordinary. It was his job to protect his clan from unwanted intruders. Creatures that would make snacks out of their kits and even their apprentices.
Deeper and deeper he wandered. Occasionally the tunnel he was in would open up onto the old twolegger mine shafts. Russetfall had never liked the shafts and was quick to find his way back into a familiar tunnel. He had been patrolling for a while when an unwelcoming scent caught his attention. Hackles rising the young tom, inhaled deeper. The unpleasant musk of a weasel hitting his scent glands. Weasels weren't very dangerous to a full grown warrior but to a younger cat they could do serious harm. Quickening his pace, Russetfall followed after the intruder's scent determined to hunt them down.
Tags: Owl Aria @skiv anyone else who wishes to join!
OOC: I just made up a predator so if it doesn't work let me know lol
It was early morning in Chasmclan and though not a hint of sunshine could be seen or felt. The cats were up and out of their nests starting on their duties for the day. Having snacked on a quick mole for energy, Russetfall set out to patrol the many tunnels and caverns that made up Chasmclan's mountain territory. His whiskers brushing the cold stone walls, the young tom trekked along. His jaws parted to draw in the scents before him. His ears perked for sounds. He could smell his clanmates unique odors, some old and some newer. Unconcerned with those he ignored them seeking anything out of the ordinary. It was his job to protect his clan from unwanted intruders. Creatures that would make snacks out of their kits and even their apprentices.
Deeper and deeper he wandered. Occasionally the tunnel he was in would open up onto the old twolegger mine shafts. Russetfall had never liked the shafts and was quick to find his way back into a familiar tunnel. He had been patrolling for a while when an unwelcoming scent caught his attention. Hackles rising the young tom, inhaled deeper. The unpleasant musk of a weasel hitting his scent glands. Weasels weren't very dangerous to a full grown warrior but to a younger cat they could do serious harm. Quickening his pace, Russetfall followed after the intruder's scent determined to hunt them down.
Tags: Owl Aria @skiv anyone else who wishes to join!
OOC: I just made up a predator so if it doesn't work let me know lol