Post by Emzie on Aug 14, 2010 18:17:39 GMT -5
{{ooc: You know you're all dying to meet him! Don't overwhelm him, he doesn't care much for crowds XD HE LOVES YOU FOR CHARACTER OF THE MONTH THOUGH <3 }}
A rare oddity of a cat stalked through the forest during dusk. Chameleon, a tom with tortoiseshell coloring, was on the hunt for something to eat. He, of course, had no idea what a treasure his coat color was. All he cared about was survival.
Hunting was second nature to him, but it wasn't always that way. Chameleon recalled the days when he and his mother had just escaped from their twolegs. He was still ingesting only her milk at the time, but he recalled the difficulty his mother had getting food. She had no idea how to hunt.
From watching her repeated failures, and also catching glipses of feral cats hunting, Chameleon worked out how to hunt by himself. It took quite a bit of practice, and lots of errors, but it's safe to say he became a pretty decent hunter through it all.
A chattering noise came to his ears. Squirriel. Chameleon ceased padding, and lowered himself closer to the forest floor. A pawful of tail-lengths away, the rodent chattered about as it gathered nuts. The tortie tom licked his lips and tensed up his muscles.
In a flash of black and tan, Chameleon sprang up and pinned the critter to the ground. It squirmed only for a few moments before the tom-cat's jaws snapped its neck.
A rare oddity of a cat stalked through the forest during dusk. Chameleon, a tom with tortoiseshell coloring, was on the hunt for something to eat. He, of course, had no idea what a treasure his coat color was. All he cared about was survival.
Hunting was second nature to him, but it wasn't always that way. Chameleon recalled the days when he and his mother had just escaped from their twolegs. He was still ingesting only her milk at the time, but he recalled the difficulty his mother had getting food. She had no idea how to hunt.
From watching her repeated failures, and also catching glipses of feral cats hunting, Chameleon worked out how to hunt by himself. It took quite a bit of practice, and lots of errors, but it's safe to say he became a pretty decent hunter through it all.
A chattering noise came to his ears. Squirriel. Chameleon ceased padding, and lowered himself closer to the forest floor. A pawful of tail-lengths away, the rodent chattered about as it gathered nuts. The tortie tom licked his lips and tensed up his muscles.
In a flash of black and tan, Chameleon sprang up and pinned the critter to the ground. It squirmed only for a few moments before the tom-cat's jaws snapped its neck.
