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Raisin was a young fellow that was a risk taker. He loved to live on the edge. One of his many hobbies was wrangling snakes that Twolegs had set loose. He kept a stash of his dangerous collection far away from the rest of the League. He found a baby snake one he was rather fond of. For the most part it left him alone. He fed it and kept it happy, until one day some naughty league members decided to sneak into his collection. He caught them and lept infront of them. His prized pet striking him in the face. The snake slithered away leaving Raisin to lay at the paws of his league mates. His limbs twitched as the vemon scream like fire through his veins. “The light THE LIGHT!!! I CAN SEE THE LIGHT!” He shrieked as he withered in pain. His head turned to look at his nearest league mate. He coughed in their face while gasped like a fish for breath. His chest stopped rising and his head hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Oh what the fluff... Does this thing happen a lot?" Butterfly asked turning to look at the other league members. She was new in the league, still trying to decide on a cool name, but if this taught her anything it was that life was short and she should really decide on that name thing right about now. Oh wait this guy was still dying on the floor, "Whatever your name is, don't go into the light! Don't do it ma-"
Her face was coughed in as she immediately darted back, "oh, ew, ew." She said rubbing at her face right as he fell to the ground. "NO! NO... Um.. Whatever your name was, don't. No, oh yeah, you're dead. Okay... Wow. Primal life, this place is rough. A little too rough, maybe I should just head back home," She said aloud warily.
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POSTEDJan 2, 2021 23:46:03 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Freya had been apart of the group that had followed to curiously seek out what Raisin had been hiding. She felt disgusted when she witnessed the dying cat coughing in Butterfly’s face. Her paw poked Raisin’s limp limb. Waiting to see a paw twitch or his nose wiggle. She wondered if the tom was playing a joke on them to scare them. Her nose wrinkled in further disgust when she realized... Hey this guy is Dead Dead!. “I do believe he is dead and chosen not to listen. He went towards the light, Butterfly.” She stated glancing around to see where the snake went. “I wouldn’t let this place scare you too much. It is his own fault he died. He shouldn’t of been keeping such a dangerous pet. What it a youngling would of found it they would of been lunch.” She commented her eyes still flicking back and forth searching for the snake which seemed to of vanished.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 16, 2021 21:39:19 GMT -5
"Figures." Really, he only showed up cause he heard of some wild animals. A new food source, maybe something venomous to kickstart his heart back to ticking. It didn't really matter what, he had to investigate. And one sweeping glance over the scene told him all he needed.
"Baby snakes have no control over their poison. This was bound to happen with or without anyone around." Funk E'tan was hands on, already tilting the dead tom's head up and looking into his glazed eyes. He wasn't one to announce his presence with granduer, but his ear flicked back towards Butterfly. "If this scares you, you're probably better off here. Most clans have more snakes than we do. Odds of this happening are pretty small. Shame this was how this ended happening, the meat is tainted now." Extreme times called for extreme measures, but Raisin had saved himself from that fate with his own idiocy. Funk let the corpse rest again. "Well, we better get to burying the guy. Maybe his snake friend will come back." Funk was already more interested in the snake than the dead cat.
