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POSTED ON: Sept 3, 2021 16:45:08 GMT 12
Prim of Feral Fangs
Prim walked out of the group's den, staring ahead. She acknowledged nearby cats with subtle head dips but didn't initiate conversation. The feline needed some time outside of the den. She had spent the sunrise gathering and sorting herbs. There wasn't much in her corner given her limited knowledge of them. Which frustrated her. Yes, she was able to keep her brother, King, alive moons ago. But in reality, not every cat would get the same wound each time. What about greencough? Whitecough? Other ailments? She'd be a fool to think that everyone in the gang was immune to those sicknesses. Perhaps... she could wander like her brother did and find more information about healing. But where? From the dimwitted felines King spoke to, she was aware that the clans had medicine cats. She thought about injuring herself enough to be taken in by a clan and going from there. It was a risk indeed.. But it would be taken for the best of her group.
She paused when she heard a bird from below. The feline was on the edge of a valley on the part where it was a very short fall. Prim lowered her head slightly. Her blue gaze spotted a magpie pecking at something. Slowly, she crouched, gathering strength in her legs. While the bird chewed on a worm, she dropped down, smashing the feathery creature with her paws. She immediately bit its neck, ending its life. The fluffy she cat whipped her tail and looked ahead. There was the ocean not too far off. She debated eating close to the water but quickly thought against it. Sand didn't belong in her mouth. Instead, she padded closer to the rocky area nearby with the bird in her mouth. Prim leaped on a rock and settled down. But she didn't dig into her prey right away. A familiar scent hit her nose...
Hunting Tracking: 14 Prey type: 13 - magpie Catch: 20 (success)
Tagged: @balthazar
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Last Edit: Sept 3, 2021 16:47:08 GMT 12 by Prim
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POSTED ON: Sept 7, 2021 10:26:11 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Balthazar  [attr="class","khaltable"]Their little band of felines was growing – gradually. Balthazar oversaw the growth and development of all the young in the group, and with hope, soon King and Princess may expect a new litter. The recent death of their only son however may have put the plans on hold. But, if Balthazar knew King, he imagined he would be full of anger and frustration rather than sadness. The group sought revenge from the clans, and now, with the loss of Copper, it seemed that anger only boiled bigger. Eventually, it would overflow. It was but a matter of time. The love of his life; his most cherished prize sat relaxed upon a rock. Balthazar drank in her beauty, watching her through his bright green gaze. Prim had changed his life. Saved it, really. Balthazar blamed himself, he hated himself; Freya’s death was on his paws…The death of their kits was on his paws. Prim took away that pain, healing his broken heart. She loved him when he couldn’t love himself. Now, he would do anything for her. She was his weakness. The strapping Bengal approached, sporting a small smirk as he drew towards her. “As stunning as always,” he said as he leaped up onto the rock. He landed an affectionate lick across her cheek, a very soft purr emerged from his throat. [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#E58B19;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#AEF6C7;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: Sept 13, 2021 14:56:34 GMT 12
Prim of Feral Fangs
Prim had a slight smile on her face while she was turned away from someone in particular. The smell belonged to her mate; she knew it from the back of her paw. Balthazar. The name was merely whispered. It didn't take long before she slowly looked over her shoulder. And there he was. Her mouth barely opened as she took in his muscular frame and handsome face. His gait exuded confidence at least to her. He was quite different several moons ago. When she first laid her blue eyes on him, it was obvious he was broken. His family had died, leaving him alone. While it sounded odd, his sad energy drew her in. When she was younger, she thought toms were inherently angry... She saw her father acting tough all of the time. There were barely a few times she saw him happy or not abusive. Her hidden distaste for toms were suspended when it came to Balthazar. If it wasn't for that, they wouldn't have been together.
"Ah stop it," the feline said in a gracious tone. She kept her head lowered when she was given an affectionate lick. Her blue eyes remained on him. One might think that she did all of the helping in the relationship. But that was further from the truth. His presence blessed her in more ways than one might think. She didn't ever have much confidence in herself as a younger cat. What was she supposed to think when she only saw her mother being treated as a birthgiver? Or hearing about her sister being given to another tome? Knowing that those things weren't right made her more resistant to such actions but that didn't mean her self-esteem budged. But Balthazar did better even though her mother did what she could when they were alone. Young Prim thought he was unattainable. "Just look at him!' She would think to herself. But... it changed everything when the Bengal expressed attraction to her. She thought that maybe she was beautiful. Or worthy of being loved. Young Prim was useful but fidgety and dubious. Now she was as graceful as a swan.
"Are you hungry, dear?" She gestured at the magpie at her feet with a gentle head tilt. "I would eat alone but rather not." Her voice was soothing, a resemblance to how she felt at the moment. At ease. The feline pushed the bird in between them and wrapped her tail around her mate. Her mind went to their kits briefly, wondering where they were. It would have been nice if they were all gathered. But she wasn't bothered. It was great to get lone time with her partner. There was no complaints on her behalf. "How have you been doing? I've been working with herbs for a bit, so forgive me if I didn't make too much of a presence in camp."
Tagged: @balthazar
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POSTED ON: Sept 24, 2021 14:36:04 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Balthazar [attr="class","khaltable"]Balthazar didn't understand how others could be so cruel. Despite his rough edges; to which he had many, cruelty simply was not among them. Balthazar couldn't imagine doing half the stories he had heard of. Prim and King's history seemed littered with elements of cruelty. The tom's long golden ears erected as she smiled; her happiness seemed to radiate from her. How could he have been so lucky? Albeit, she was not his first mate, he still cherished her and adored her very much. Prim was the highlight of his life; she brought him immense joy and pleasure. Emotions he had not felt since before the clans. A smile curled across his black maw, as he nodded. He was surprisingly hungry as he had been out sparing with his sons earlier. The two toms had proven themselves to be exceptionally capable; fierce, even. Balthazar couldn't be happier with their progress. "I'd love to share," he said as he drank in his mate's intoxicating scent. The tom watched as she slid the bird between the two and draped her tail affectionately around him. He leaned into her, pressing his nose briefly to her cheek before pulling back, and taking a few small bites of the magpie. Prim was a busy molly. She had a lot to take care of and manage in the camp. She was good at it too; incredibly organized. Balthazar shrugged; although her absence was missed, he knew that she had responsibilities and he couldn't fault her for that. "No matter, we're together now - and, I know you are one busy, busy she," he said, while releasing a very slow purr. "I've been busy sharpening our son's battle skills," he said, "They are coming along well. I'm confident that we will be ready shall we need to be."[newclass=".khaltable"]color:#E58B19;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#AEF6C7;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: Oct 4, 2021 8:55:26 GMT 12
Prim of Feral Fangs
Prim slowly blinked when her mate pressed his nose on her cheek. Oh, did she love that gesture. It meant so much to her, honestly. It reminded the molly of what she lacked growing up: love and comfort. Everything was always so tense, business-like, gruesome. The only attention she really got was when she trained and was alone with her mother. It was bad to the extent that she never dreamed about a crush or what it was like for someone to love her. Because she didn't know it existed. Part of her felt disgusted with her lack of knowledge. The feeling of a strong like was natural, but she had no clue what that was like. She was quite capped, she'd say. Perhaps that was why she didn't confess that information. It made her feel stupid. And she hated that feeling.
When the tom simply shrugged at her apology, she simply looked at him. If she didn't know him so well, she would have been offended by his nonchalance. She would have thought that he didn't enjoy her company. But no, he showed understanding. Another thing that she wasn't used to in the past. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that his kindness to her was what kept her sucked in, super invested. The feline melted slightly; she felt truly lucky. Blessed if she believed in some sort of deity. "I don't know why I worry that you would be wondering why I'm the way I am. Since you are so understanding." She hated worrying too much of what someone thought. But... she supposed that was the price of caring for a soulmate.
"Ah, no need to worry about them being good. You are practically an expert at fighting." She smiled at her mate. The feline wouldn't want to face him in battle. He was strong, strategic, smart... The bengal was formidable. "Perhaps you can help me sharpen my skills? No doubt I would run into unreasonable cats while in search for knowledge." Prim meant knowledge in herbs. Since she was the only one who knew about healing in camp, she made plans to go out in search for them. She doubted she would need anyone's approval to leave. Especially with Princess' kits coming soon. She would surely need all the care possible when the time came. After all, she would likely feel her brother's wrath in waves if she failed. Not that Princess' pain would be bad enough. "Have you heard anything new about the clans?" If anything, she would be one of the first cats to know. However, she might have missed something being so busy and all.
Tagged: @balthazar
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