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Forestfire tilted her head as she watched the tom walk away. He was strange. She didn't know what to do now. She watched as he looked back at her. There was no fear or anything in his eyes. This was unusual for her. She was used to her enemies looking back at her in fear and pain. |
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@Cedar Hannibal, with his silent pawsteps, padded towards the fresh kill pile that was near the middle of the camp, the movement so fluid he almost appeared to float along the ground like a ghost, a cloud. Once reaching the pile of corpses, the tom would carefully sift through until he found precisely what he wanted, his favorite piece of prey, the raven, one of the most intelligent birds that could be caught in this part of the forest, their intelligence even rivaling that of a cats. With the bird grasped by it's head, the smokey colored tom made his way to a location near the fighters den, slowly settling onto the ground to begin plucking the feathers, setting them off into a neat little pile off to the side. Hannibal did this every time he ate, being very methodical in the way he did things, if that wasn't already known by most of the Syndicate. This cat was quite possibly the most feared tom in the group of strays, horror stories being told of what he did to those that brushed his fur the wrong way, of what he did to the rude. Nearly every cat knew that he wasn't afraid of killing others, that he was afraid of anything at all, that he was an emotionless, ruthless cat that truly cared for no one. It was believed that he was actually the one to have killed his parents, leaving him only a single sibling, Lucifren. It is also said that he has been known to eat the kits of those who do him wrong before ending their lives, or eating rude kits in general. But these were all stories.. Right? No one knew for certain, but everyone new it was better just to keep their distance from this tom unless you truly had a death wish. Nonetheless, he sat there 'peacefully' now, plucking the raven. After plucking it, he would drag a single claw from it's throat all the way down to the abdomen, removing the intestines and placing them aside for later before quietly digging in to the bird. |
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It wasn't uncommon for cats to stare at Hannibal, though they usually did discretely considering they had no idea if the tom would take offense to the staring or not, nonetheless, he knew the feeling of being stared at very well. Swiveling an ear slowly, he paid attention to his meal a moment longer, swallowing a mouthful before raising his head, licking his head and casually looking around to see who it was that was staring at him this time. It didn't take very long at all for the tom to see Ares standing there, blatantly staring at him, almost seeming to be frozen to the spot. That's certainly interesting. Perhaps she's scared? Perhaps she's just deep in thought.. Alas I don't care enough to really abandon my meal in order to ask. Likely enough she'll come walking over here anyways, that's usually how this goes. After looking over Ares for a moment, the tom would turn his attention back to his meal, going back to eating but keeping his ears tuned in the heterochromatic eyed she-cat, patiently waiting for her to approach because that's fully what he expected her to do. |
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