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[Jetclaw]

Tigerfrost

okay...just one paw-step at a time...

clear left....clear- Oh shoot!

A broad shouldered monster passed a whisker away from Tigerfrost's face as it zoomed on by, sending the unpleasant scents of the sour gravel all over the tabby's face.

"eh, Yuck!" He spat, eyes narrowing as he stared across the eerie path.
this is what I get...

Another monster zoomed by.

life in a two-leg dump. Oh, how joyful I am! This is the most wonderful gift you've ever stowed upon my StarClan! I have to thank you! Thank you SO much! Deep sarcasm and furious annoyance pelted across the tom's thoughts as he crouched low, making sure the way was clear before deciding to make a bolt to the other side.

This is how it had to be. At least, this is how Tigerfrost thought it had to be...
His idiot motives and ungrateful clan had to sink him this low. Now Tigerfrost had to become a loner, living on two-leg scraps! What other choice was there anyhow? He couldn't go back, the other two clans had the forest territory, and if he got caught hunting there...

Let's say, he'd rather keep his tail for the rest of his moons living on the planet.

The dark tabby's tail twitched as he no longer felt the ground beneath his paws rumble with vibrations and no longer saw the blaring eyes of the monsters on either side. His muscles bunched together and he took off streaking across the thunderpath, not daring to stop for anything.
Once he made it to the other side, he glanced back at his past home, ice blue eyes holding no regret of what he was about to do. He wasn't sad that the clans had banished him, they had no right to by the way. But he wasn't going to dwell on the past, at least, not now. He had to find a place to stay for the night. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky.

Tigerfrost quick pawed it down the narrow stripe of rocky smooth surface of the ground and spotted an opening between two red-stoned two-leg dens. He disappeared into the shadowed area, finding that it was wider here, and the air was moister.
yikes, I wonder if anyone's around... His whiskers twitched as the ex-clan warrior padded slowly through the two-walled alley way, eyes alert, and tail low.

[kitsune]

Catastrophe

Catastrophe's hunting prowl lookedk as clumsy and lopsided as a kit's as she crept amongst the discarded twoleg junk, blue eyes bright as she stalked the overgrown rat. It snuffled its way amongst the shreds of shiny silver wrappers and occasionally stopped to gnaw at an apple core or a decaying piece of oversalted chicken - she wrinkled her nose at that. True, she wouldn't turn her nose up at lasagna with a generous topping of meat sauce or a half-eaten cheeseburger, but once you had to compete with the flies she was no longer interested.
Catastrophe suddenly leapt forward, as fluidly as a shadow, landing on the rodent and breaking its neck with a quick killing bite. The sudden satisfaction of the hunt's results quelled and chilled when she tasted the blood; the she-cat spat the coppery liquid out in disgust and sniffed the prey, a frown deepening on her muzzle when she recognized the strange tang.
"Pidgeon droppings," she muttered disdainfully, shoving the tiny corpse away in disgust and ruffling her fur. Why hadn't she recognized it before? That rat had the same stench that so many had had lately, the smell that alternated between sickeningly sweet and simply rotten. It had eaten some bait a twoleg had put out and was poisoned - it would have died in a day or two whether or not she had been the one to slay it.
Winter always drove the rats off of the streets and into the warm halls of the humans; as a result, that always brought the little peanut-butter-globs of death. Rats couldn't seem to figure out that free food usually had strings attached... and if a cat was foolish enough to eat a poisoned piece of prey, they'd find out that that string was attached to Death's tail.
She scowled and groomed her short fur furiously, relaxing a little as her rough tongue swept across her pelt. She just needed to calm down and recenter herself - maybe she wouldn't be taking a nice juicy rat back to the group, but she'd be able to drag home a plump pidgeon at the least.
Cat stood and shook out her pelt, retuning her senses to her surroundings. There was another cat somewhere nearby; she could smell the tom's musty scent. A Clannie, if she had to guess.
The informal leader rounded the corner and greeted the warrior with a loud mew, demeanor welcoming and calm. Based on his dark pelt, he was probably from... EbonyClan?
"Hey there. What brings you 'round here? I always thought you clancats were too good for our haunts." There was no cruelty in her tone - she was teasing him as if she had known him for years instead of never.