- Cold day for crocodiles (Spitfire)

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/middlealscrolly-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(290),w(236),sy] The morning was cold, colder than most mornings these days. The sun had already risen and it's rays were of little comfort to the clouded feline as the bitter wind managed to tear through his short, dense fur and bit mercilessly at his skin. With an annoyed hiss, the male gathered his powerful form into a tight meatloaf position, wrapping his long, thick tail around his body in an effort to preserve his warmth. His breath came out as a cloud of steam as he sighed. It could be worse. His species had been know to survive in the foothills of the Himalayas, so he should be able to survive the bite of the winter months here. He pitied others in pride, the lions and jungle cats especially, who were in no way built for the weather. Thank goodness for shelter, he thought, looking out over the Iris pride territory. He was on patrol and lookout duty that day. He had a training session at sun-high, but there was still time until then. In the meantime, he was crouching on top of a rooftop, his emerald eyes attentive to any sign of movement. It would do him good to stretch out his limbs and practice his attack and defence moves. He couldn't allow himself to slip out of shape, now could he? It had only been a few months since he had joined the pride, and he felt happy about the decision. The pack already felt like home, and he rejoiced in the knowledge that he would someday sink his claws in a Tempest warrior. A smile crept to his lips as he imagined it. That would be a good day. He hated to have missed a chance to bite into the flesh of the warriors who had come to rescue one of their own in the slaughterhouse. Not that he disapproved of the rescue, he simply hated the warriors themselves. He did dislike the use of torture in the Iris prison. Not much he could do about it. He wouldn't mind if the dogs were all warriors of the Tempest pack, but the fact was that many were innocent canines that were stupid enough to wander into the pride territory disgusted him. Unfurling his tail from around his body, the beautifully marbled cat stood up and stretched gracefully, his hooked claws digging into the ice. Better get moving, he thought. He set himself smoothly into motion, walking to the edge of the roof and pausing. He would go south and patrol that border, then walk up the eastern one. Then it would probably be time for his training. With a feeling of satisfaction, the male peered downwards, looking for a way to slip down to the streets. Spying a tree on his left, the male walked up to it and pounced onto the nearest branch, dislodging the snow which had piled up on them. Sticking his claws into the trunk, the agile cat slipped down the tree head first, landing in the snow with a soft thump. The male started his way southward, his eyes and ears on the lookout for any sign of other life. Company would be nice, he thought with amusement as he walked through a few lifeless streets. As if some power from above had heard him, his sharp ears picked up a sound of soft footsteps. . . ---------------------------- words; 564 muse; 8/10 tags; Spitfire with Sariah! <3 notes; *cuddles big clouded kitty* This is gonna be fun ^^ [/scrolly]

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[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img211/2307/sariahtablemiddle.png] Mornings were the worst. No, no that was probably wrong. Mornings with the biting chill of winter were the worst. Her fur stuck out all along her spine as she sat hunched against the wind, debating whether or not to move from her spot. Sleep did not exactly come easy the night before, a restless tossing and turning in which dreams chased after her subconscious like rabid dogs. A few times she woke up in a panic, chest heaving, before finally being able to relax and drift away into sleep again. After a few hours of staring blankly at a nearby wall, Sariah decided it was time to get up and find something to do. It was a bit early to do much except wander the borders of the pride, just to make sure everything was alright. Maybe someone else was out there patrolling too. Give her a bit of company even though she felt a bit grumpy from lack of sleep. So, before the sun hardly had a chance to peek over the horizon, Sariah was out of her little makeshift bed and nestled semi-comfortably on the corner of a rooftop. Semi-comfortable because of the cold. With a quiet, graceful yawn, the feline pulled herself up into an arch and stretched before finding her way down to the street. It was peaceful. For the time being. The snow was a cold against her paw pads, a slight discomfort as she plodded on through an alley that led down to another street. Some of them dead ended, others connected streets. She thought that to be beneficial and her warrior training taught her to take every advantage possible when against an enemy. Size complicated things so she had to make up for her lack of bulk in agility and strength of mind. The wind pushed past her face once again, rendering her stiff for a moment or two before she was able to push on down the street. Caracals were not meant to survive in the harshness of snow and bitter winds, and even Sariah knew that to be fact based on how little she could function during this time of year. The cat turned a corner and saw the mottled form of another cat. Hmm... She was curious. With light steps she picked up the pace by a few inches and was soon close behind. He smelled familiar, at least, carrying the scent she associated with most pride members, and he was wandering just inside of the pride borders. Sariah cleared her throat to let him know she was there before coming to walk in step with him. "I hate the cold," The cat noted unnecessarily to her new found companion. Her ears swiveled to keep track of any foreign noises. "If it could be warm all year, I would be perfectly content." It was a decent conversation starter, she figured, even if it was just griping about the weather. She was talkative but at the same time was not very good at dealing with others. She didn't have a lot of close friends because of it. A shiver ran down her spine as she looked up and down the street warily. "Are you official border patrol? I'm not but figured it couldn't hurt to take a run around the perimeter. Too early for much else." Even those filthy mutts would not be so stupid as to skip sleep to cause problems, would they? She surely wouldn't pass up on a good nap. After keeping pace and awaiting a response, she then said, "Hope you don't mind the company." TAG: Chem & Alcyone WORDS: 609 NOTES: Feels good to get back into the swing of things! X3

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/middlealscrolly-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(290),w(236),sy] The pawsteps were coming steadily closer, but Alcyone didn't worry. The softness of their landing and the lack of the distinctive click associated with claws told him that the stranger was feline, something that her scent confirmed as she rounded the corner. The young male paused, turning his head to set eyes on the cat. She was a caracal, her dark russet fur ruffled slightly from the wind. About the same height as he was, she had a lengthy, lean body and was obviously a well-trained fighter from the tear in her ear. He greeted her with a smile as she walked up to him. He hadn't met her yet, as was with most pride members, but he always welcomed the opportunity to make friends within the pride and know more of his pack mates. I hate the cold. If it could be warm all year, I would be perfectly content, said she as a conversation starter. Alcyone nodded, a charming smile on his lips. “So would I,” he said, a chuckle in his voice. “My friend, we were born in the wrong place,”

[/color] he declared.

As they walked, his eyes and ears looked out for any suspicious activity. Are you official border patrol? I'm not but figured it couldn't hurt to take a run around the perimeter. Too early for much else. So she was a warrior or a spy then. Most probably a warrior, judging by the couple of scars on her face. Spies usually weren't so decorated, although they were a deadly force to be reckoned with. “No, I'm a warrior, but I was asked to patrol and lookout as I had nothing to do,”[/color] he answered calmly. “Are you a warrior as well or are you in another position?”[/color] he asked, his emerald eyes turning to her. Her wiry strength and lithe body could allow her fit in both warriors and spies. He could have made a good spy, he thought, as he was clever and manipulative, but he had preferred to stay in the territory and protect his pride mates rather than having to befriend canines. Not that he hated every single canine. No, not all of them, but for all Tempest pack warriors he had a special burning fire in his heart. They had taken away his family, and he couldn't bring them back, so the next best thing was to avenge them.

Hope you don't mind the company. His lips stretched into a reassuring smile as he shot her a sideways glance. The reality was that he had actually wanted company, so it was very fortunate that she had come. “Not at all, not at all. It is rather welcome, actually. Patrolling the borders is a lonesome task. Besides, it's a great tactical advantage to be numerous if we were to run into a party of Tempest dogs,”[/color] said the cat, a smile playing with his lips. He took a few more steps before he realised that he had forgotten to introduce himself. “I almost forgot. My name is Alcyone, by the way, and who may you be?”[/color] he asked, his quizzical eyes set on her face. He was pretty sure he might have seen her around before, it was rather impossible not to when you lived on the same few square miles, but he couldn't know the names of all his pride mates if he hadn't met them. But she seemed nice, and he was happy of not being alone on that cold morning.[/justify]

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words; 592
muse; 8/10
tags; Spit with Sariah! <3
notes; <333
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