Where There's Life... (OPEN)

[Ishararain]

 


Yawning, the gray eyed, long haired, muted calico coloured, ten pound, tall, slender, leanly muscled Ragdoll she-cat rose to her paws in her den and glared at the world beyond her entrance. With her coat she was an imposing figure, and most were weary of her. That was perfectly fine with Timbermoon. She didn't need friends, she'd survived on her own since she was just a baby, even with only half her vision and half her hearing. Also because of this though, Timbermoon was weary of anyone on her right side, that was her blind and deaf side.

Growling deep in her throat, Timbermoon stretched her frame and lashed her long, fluffy tail behind her. Unsheathing her claws she scraped the rock of her den, sharpening her already deadly front claws and then she stalked out of her den to the kill pile. Climbing onto the pile she dug deep into the collected food and dragged a rather large rodent from out of it and then, climbing back down from the pile, Timbermoon moved toward the wall around the camp.  

Her rodent dangling from her mouth by its tail, Timbermoon placed all her weight back on her haunches and sprang to the wall, padded along the top of it before finding a spot of warmth and curling up, the rodent between her front paws as she tore into it, not even bothering to pluck and clean it. She could care less about perfectly clean food. As she lay in her spot eating, her tail lashed behind her. Timbermoon hadn't met any of her Clanmates yet and really she didn't care too. They were just one weakness that the she-cat did not need, just like a mate or love or kittens.

She put on this real hard, mean, exterior but only because she didn't trust herself to get close to anyone. She'd attacked her own family when she was a kit, ran from them. Not trusting herself around others anymore and it suited her though secretly, Timbermoon did want kits of her own...eventually, even though they would become a weakness to her, she did want them but it was going to be hard to find a tom willing to deal with her, and Timbermoon was fine with that too. It could take however long it wanted to happen, she was fine on her own. With that thought in her mind she finished her rodent and remained on the wall, good eye watching all around her and good ear listening to all around her, waiting.






Word Count: 424
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Notes: OPEN to anyone!