stray cat strut
11-09-2014, 10:16 PM
Tail held straight in the air like a fluffy exclamation point the cat minced confidently along the river's edge. A chilly autumn breeze ruffled his striped coat but the cold hardly reached through the heavy pelt. Tricolor eyes gleamed and glimmered in the dimming twilight. The scent of canines was heavy in these lands, but not as heavy as it was in some. Even if it had been he would have displayed no more caution than he did now, openly marching through without a care. Why should he care that wolves had claimed the lands as their own? They were beneath him, beneath his notice and he had no need to heed their scent markers. This land held none anyway, but it also had few trees. The cat's confidence was unswayed, but he automatically noted the few arboreal escape routes, calculated his distance from each as he moved jauntily along. Wolves were lesser, but the uncouth creatures lack of respect could at times be... physically uncomfortable. He had no wish to have his coat mussed and gummed up with nasty canine slobber. It was disgusting and took forever to clean. Bleck. "" |