wings of a moth ;; open to everyone

[Cobra]

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Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits -

the moth winged feline was gliding through the air with grace and ease. barely flapping here and there to keep herself up and going. she was not alone, as a darker moth winged feline seemed to chase her through the sky. a jarring scree leaving her maw as she dove down to the river below. pulling up as her paws touched the water and darting into the trees on the shore.

it was clear that these two were playing some weird game. yet, to them it was a struggle for life and death. one not wanting to harm the other. both wanting to be right. this game was more than just a game to them, but to outsiders it was nothing.

the female lands and turns to watch for the larger feline. waiting. the antenna on her head twitching. mutations making her an off thing to see. the woman watched the way she came from. waiting to see if he would come after her still.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Cobra]

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And friends just can't be found -

he chased her as he often did. they were in constant back and forths of this. she screeched at him then dove. he replied with a scream of his own, though deeper and more harsh. he dove after. pulling up as if walking on the ater before she pulled sharply into the trees. easier for her than him, but he was persistant.

twisting to follow after, he had to slow himself, but soon he landed. claws in the land under him as he studied her there. wondering if this was a ploy or was she truly going to fight this time. this game they played was always littered with uncertainty. so, he chirped that deep chirp. a question she would understand.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[SirDio]

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, AND THE TABLES TURNED AROUND
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

The old beast was sitting peacefully by the river when he heard their screeches. Massive head swiveled around just in time to spot the moth cats darting into the woods, and despite his own ideals of staying away from others, curiosity cursed him to move. And so, he did. Heavy pawsteps signaled that he was on the move, alongside gruff noises that weren't quite wolf.

He came to a stop as he stared at the two. One final noise left him, a mimicry of a wolf's growl. He could never get the noises right, could never be like his littermates. The timber wolf studied the two harshly, sniffing the air and starting to walk around them to get a better view.

CAUSE ONE OF US IS GOING, ONE OF US IS GOING DOWN!
Wanderer. -- Mutated Canadian Timber Wolf

credit @/teef

[Cobra]

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Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits -

the sound of a stranger. the distraction they both needed before the fight. her head turned to the canid like beast. ears forward and paws moving to twist her body. keeping the stranger in view as he moved around them. trying to keep this new beast and her old 'friend' in view at the same time.

she would let out a loud, yet friendly chirp. trying to escape a bad situation. fighting two at the same time was not on her bucket list. she was not a fan of the idea in any fashion.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Cobra]

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And friends just can't be found -

the strangers mad him jump into the air. moving up into the branches of a tree. ears folding back as he landed on a larger branch. eyes on the stranger and watching her all the same. this wolf like beast was unique. a danger to them both, yet she did not flee as he did.

not because he was scared, mind you. he was wary. he was not willing to make a new 'friend' or fight that thing. he was unsure of the power before him and wanted to know more before he fought. if they fought, really.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[SirDio]

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, AND THE TABLES TURNED AROUND
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Titan snorted as the two reacted differently. The white cat stayed to the earth while the black cat ascended into a nearby tree, though the old wolf-like beast could hardly care at this point. It was the fact that they were going to fight that interested him. Titan looked upward to the tomcat, then back to the white female and tilted his head. Words never reached the air, but as he looked back to the tomcat, he let out a questioning grunt. Friends? Foes? A bit of both?

CAUSE ONE OF US IS GOING, ONE OF US IS GOING DOWN!
Wanderer. -- Mutated Canadian Timber Wolf

credit @/teef

[Cobra]

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Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits -

the moth winged feline looked the other over before she noticed no real threat. once she was sure the stranger was not here to hurt her, she turned her head and screeched up at the other moth winged feline. he was her issue to deal with, for now. she spread her wings as if daring the other to come down. it was clear that she knew he would not trust as easy as she did.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Cobra]

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And friends just can't be found -

her blatent challenge erked him and he looked to the stranger. the grunt was a clear question and the tom shook his head before chirping. a clear response of not friends, nor really enemies. the male would look back and hiss slightly. spreading his wings and diving down. using his size to bowl over the smaller female. then, he would land on the earth nearby. turning to keep both of them in sight.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]