Hunting is a Pain

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Foresteyes paced the forest quietly, without making any attempts at hunting. Quite frankly, she wasn't in the mood. Her head was to clogged with worriedness and suspiciouness that she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything or anyone for that matter. Sitting down quickly she shook her head angrily and then dug at the ground witgh her paw foolishly. Why was everything so complicated?

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

I'm takin' it in,
I'm holdin' it back.

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A look here. Nothing. A look there. Nothing.
He lifted his head and sniffed the air. He could catch the faint scents of a cat that wandered near by some odd minutes ago. From the scent he could tell it was she-cat, and with a little more thinking on his part, figured it must be Foresteyes. With his body in motion, the tom moved out from where he was hiding, stopped looking for prey and instead searched for the she-cat. He could use a hunting buddy, and someone to talk to.
His silver eyes casted this way and that, wondering where the she-cat could have disappeared too. He figured she must be not to focused on hunting, or not even out to hunt by the way her scent trail went straight through.
Flicking his ear, he heard dirt scraping. I bet it's her He thought as he turned his head, whiskers twitching. He saw the she-cat and smiled. He had found her. Careful not to sneak up on her, he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hello thur."
Knife said, taking a step forward. He knew the she-cat was suspicious and would only approach her when she wished it. He didn't want to cause her harm.

[Yes, he has just a weensy bit of an accent.]

I'm fillin' my lungs,
With the KNIFE in my back.

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[stormy]

Foresteyes eyes narrowed and her body tensed. What did Knife want? Flicking her ears back angrily she let out a hiss and then answered curtly. "Hello to you too." Her pupils transformed from circles to tiny slits as she gazed upon the tom. This cat, she did not trust, at all. Something about him made her pelt crawl and made her sick to know that this disgusting scrap of fur was allowed in the Clan. Curling her lips back she let out another small hiss before saying "What do you want Knife?" Blinking slowly, she unsheathed her claws sheepishly and then sheathed them again quickly.

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

I'm takin' it in,
I'm holdin' it back.

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The silver tom was takin' a back. She hissed at him. Of course, he knew that she still did not ever trust him since he joined the clan. It was, most likely, because he was a mutant. He frowned, lowering his ears slightly. He turned his teeth, opening his mouth in a hurr[no not hurry], his extra canine teeth showing. He really did not want to provoke the she-cat, so he realized what he was doing and turned back his head.
"I just wanted to know what you were doing out here."

I'm fillin' my lungs,
With the KNIFE in my back.

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[stormy]

Another curl of her lip was all she gave in response at the moment. Why did this mutant want to know what she was doing? Looking down her nose at him she let out a slightly calmer but still rather cold response. "I was going to go hunting, but when I came out here, I had no urge to hunt." Flicking her tail to one side, she stood up and then took a step toward the tom. "But if you wish to join me, go ahead." Pausing she padded forward farther and then looked back at Knife. "If you can keep up!" She let out a small chuckle and then broke into a quick-paced walk.