If you were to ask the fluffed-up, spurs-out young tom, Talonfang, elders needed to sit down and get out of the way. They had their time in the sun, now it was his turn. Why was he hanging around Branchtail, then? Well, nosy reader, he'd tell you to
shove off.
He'd accepted the invitation with a groan,
"Man, I wish they would. If I caught anycat lookin' at our land sideways, I'd give'm fresh stripes." The young tom is probably a bit too eager to get his claws in something, but he didn't feel a need to bite his tongue around the old man. He was cool.
"Ha," The tom gave a toothy grin, and gave Branchtail a playful nudge as he moves ahead,
"The old stoneheart'd look good with some stripes, yeah?" Talonfang didn't have the experience to truly comment on his past leaders, he'd been too young to really care about much more than the excitement of adventure. But he was old enough to know a pretty she-cat when he saw one. Even if she was past her prime.
But his comments would have to wait; the wind had shifted. He felt his claws slide out of their sheaths and dig deep into the bark of the branch beneath them. Talonfang's green eyes flashed as he looked back at the old tom, his grin widening.
"Yer speakin' my language, old man. Let's get'm."
Patience wasn't Talon's strong suit. There was no waiting for confirmation. He looked down with eyes that held a vicious hunger, spotted his prey and pushed off the branch, claws out and yowling. Should have kept his mouth shut, though. Maybe then he would have caught the beast.
Talonfang
HP: 10
Damage: 5 per hit
To Hit: 10+ |
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