꒰ Raventhunder ↯ ꒱
he him his . they them theirs
a large, musclar, black cat with a thick black mane and dark rosette markings across their pelt. they're missing their back left leg, entire body covered in harsh scars.
Raventhunder waited; sunk into a dip in the uneven landscape of the cliff, their eyes were fixed onto an obnoxious seagull that swquaked and called a pawful of tail lengths away from fhe cliffs edge that was parallel to them both.
he waited and waited and waited and waited. creeping forwards every few moments when the winds died down and his scent was still hidden by the scent of the ocean
salt.
He pounced; landing directly onto the feathery seabird. Thick fangs pierced its throat, taste of copper hit their tongue as blood stained the birds throat feathers. All the while, their claws had been pinning the struggling bied down to the ground.
the feathers would make a lovely treat for Windclan kits! With the birds neck limp in their maw, Raventhunder began to make the awkward hobble back to camp.