Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2015 16:40:08 GMT -6
He swallowed nervously, feeling his hearbeat in his throat as he still attempted to slink away, but it was too late…there were cats here.
“Come on, Owlmask!”
Foxdung! He cursed, his tail fluffing in surprise. Yarrowfang dove to the floor, glancing back in time to see a black-and-white cat bounding under the moonlight, though she seemed not to be aware of him. He was frozen in place, flattening himself as low as he could amongst the briars. A few moments later, he caught a glimpse of a white-furred cat, although his view was cut off by branches. The tabby frowned and held his breath. This time the cat paused, and a chill ran down his spine. He had sensed him!
"W-who's there?"
The stranger’s voice rang out in the night. He sounded surprised. When Yarrowfang peered at the tom again he was able to catch the glimpse of a black mask.
Yarrowfang's chest tightened and felt like it was crawling with bees, but Yarrowfang stood rooted to the spot. His instincts shouted at him to hold his position. Yet another part of him knew he had to make a run for it…but, his heart was beating to fast for him to move. What was he going to do?! Okay, calm down. You have to think…there’s not much you can do. But you can’t just wait around for him to find you. These thoughts raced in his mind, and then he decided to run.
Darting from underneath the briars from which he was lurking, the tabby sprinted off as fast as he could. He sprinted faster than he ever had before, feeling pumped with fear and adrenaline. His ears were flattened, his tail was trailing behind him, and he was running as if there was a fox gnashing at his heels.
[sprinting to flee] [-1 EN]
zf|MubEp1d6+12
1d6+12
“Come on, Owlmask!”
Foxdung! He cursed, his tail fluffing in surprise. Yarrowfang dove to the floor, glancing back in time to see a black-and-white cat bounding under the moonlight, though she seemed not to be aware of him. He was frozen in place, flattening himself as low as he could amongst the briars. A few moments later, he caught a glimpse of a white-furred cat, although his view was cut off by branches. The tabby frowned and held his breath. This time the cat paused, and a chill ran down his spine. He had sensed him!
"W-who's there?"
The stranger’s voice rang out in the night. He sounded surprised. When Yarrowfang peered at the tom again he was able to catch the glimpse of a black mask.
Yarrowfang's chest tightened and felt like it was crawling with bees, but Yarrowfang stood rooted to the spot. His instincts shouted at him to hold his position. Yet another part of him knew he had to make a run for it…but, his heart was beating to fast for him to move. What was he going to do?! Okay, calm down. You have to think…there’s not much you can do. But you can’t just wait around for him to find you. These thoughts raced in his mind, and then he decided to run.
Darting from underneath the briars from which he was lurking, the tabby sprinted off as fast as he could. He sprinted faster than he ever had before, feeling pumped with fear and adrenaline. His ears were flattened, his tail was trailing behind him, and he was running as if there was a fox gnashing at his heels.
[sprinting to flee] [-1 EN]
zf|MubEp1d6+12
1d6+12