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jester
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Dec 15, 2019 16:59:05 GMT
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[attr="class","banditt3"]JESTER
[attr="class","banditt2"] The day began like any other, the bustle of the band moving to and fro in the early hours of the morning. A few scrabbled here and there, but they slept peacefully through it all. It seemed as though the sounds of hissing and yowls only lulled the calico further into their sleep. Any other might have awakened immediately or investigated. Were it Joker, they might have decided to join in the destruction. Hell, for all they know, their brother was the reason the screams were breaking the silence this early in the morning. But they slept on, peaceful.

At least until the sound of soft chirping overhead started, a quarreling pair of songbirds who couldn't seem to agree to the same tune. Dull green eyes blinked open and cast their gaze upward toward the pair, almost instantly awakened by the prospect of food. Their tail twitched eagerly and within a moment, the graceful calico was leaping into the air, plucking one of the feathery creatures from its perch while the other screamed in fear and beat it's wings wildly.

Jester paid it no mind as they brought their catch crashing into the earth, one paw slamming it hard into the ground below. They felt the crunch of its bones and heard the scream of pain it released before it's last breath shivered in its chest. The feline stared down at the creature where it lay broken and let out a contented chuckle. It'd been a while since they'd feasted on a plumb little songbird. The snow that covered the ground had driven everything away, so the pair of them were a treat, indeed.

Just as the feline was preparing to take their first bite, however, the other bird foolishly swept from the skies and swooped down at their head. Its wings viciously beat, trying to save it's fallen companion and they let out an amused laugh, somewhat surprised by the fearless creature. Hissing at it as it started to dive back down, the feline plucked it too from the sky with one leap, jaws clamping around its body and breaking its neck instantly. Spitting it out, it too fell to the ground.

Side by side the songbirds lay, their bodies mangled from the hunt. Jester returned their attention back to the one they'd been eating and debated whether the other would go to Joker or Echo.
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FIFTY-FIVE
NONBINARY
ASEXUAL
BANDIT
Dec 15, 2019 23:18:10 GMT
“Hunting?” The rough voice of Blackstag comes from a nearby fallen tree as he walks along it. His fluffy tail upright, helping to his large frame balanced as he walked along with confidence. “Birds are stupid, foolish creatures” he stares down at the dead pair of birds. “The group would need more then that to feed them.” Orange colored eyes turning back to look at his clan-mate.

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jester
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Dec 16, 2019 0:38:47 GMT
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[attr="class","banditt3"]JESTER
[attr="class","banditt2"] Lost in thought, they chewed their lip slowly as they plucked the pretty feathers from the colorful, plump one to allow them to eat. They'd thought their meal would be peaceful and uninterupted but instead, the gruff sound of an ebony tom broke the silence and the calico lifted their gaze without lifting their head. Most dared not get too close. Between Echo and Joker, there were few that were permitted to step this close unsupervised. For the life of them, they could remember if Blackstag was one of those or not.

Rising slowly from a crouch to a sitting position, the feline returned the tom's question with one of their own. "Lazing about?" Their voice was softer, feminine but in it rang a coldness that matched the look in their eyes. The comment about birds was disregarded and Jester wasted no time sinking their teeth into the warm flesh of the bird below. It wouldn't stay warm long, after all, and far be it from her to care if Blackstag had his own prey or not. Their tail instinctively flicked and pulled the second bird closer to them, both in an effort to discourage the tom from even asking and to ensure that the second bird's body heat wouldn't exit too quickly while it laid in the fluffy, white snow.

Shifting from paw to paw, the calico returned their gaze to his orange ones, eyes locking there as they swallowed their mouthful before speaking. "The group should hunt more then." The tone they used was kurt, before continuing. "Winter is a hard time. Birds are rare. Prey is rare. We do not need cats who cannot care for themselves."
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FIFTY-FIVE
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ASEXUAL
BANDIT
Dec 19, 2019 2:25:44 GMT
"Lazing about?"

“Heh, never” He tutted at her accusation he watched her calmly pull the other bird closer to her as if he was going to leap upon it and steal the damned thing.

"The group should hunt more then."

Winter is a hard time. Birds are rare. Prey is rare. We do not need cats who cannot care for themselves."


“We-they need easier prey then. The cold is keeping the prey in its nests and burrows. The ducks and there duckling that I normally hunt have already gone farther south for the winter. We should be talking about more rarer prey options. Something out of the box” he purred before pausing waiting to see if the other would get the hint.

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Dec 21, 2019 19:20:47 GMT
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[attr="class","banditt3"]JESTER
[attr="class","banditt2"] There was a distrusting look in the calico’s eyes as the ebony male spoke of harder prey. Jester was not the kind to mess around with hunting, typically. Their duties and responsibilities often kept them running about after the mollies of the group, much to their dissatisfaction. The only benefit thus-far was that they got to spend more time around the kits, only furthering their own maternal desires. “If you choose to starve because you are unwilling to find the prey yourself, that is no concern of mine.” They mewed impatiently through a mouthful of bird, picking the bones of the one they’d been eating clean. Finally, the calico sat upright and began cleaning their bloodied muzzle, eyes watching Blackstag as the tom purred about easier prey.

Do not waste my time with games, Blackstag. I’ve no patience for it. If you wish to tell me of prey to help the band, as you say, do so.” Their eyes narrowed onto the massive brute as their tail flicked back and forth in evident irritation. Not one to entertain the cats of the band often - usually leaving the responsibility to Echo and Drift. Dealing with the mollies was the extent of their patience and even then, it was often short and almost non-existent.

Jester was also firm in their belief that they did not need cats here who could not care for themselves. The band was not a charity, they were cold and ruthless and only those who could keep up deserved a place within their ranks. They didn’t take in the soft and weak to fluff their numbers because they didn’t need to and those who truly wished to stay proved themselves and earned their place through loyalty to Joker and Jester. Twitching their tail, the feline stretched their limbs before them, pushing snow forward as they did.
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BANDIT
Dec 26, 2019 21:04:00 GMT
“I can hunt perfectly fine” he gives her a look as if he was disgusted by her words. Of course he could hunt and he was he best out of the group if he did say so himself.

“The farm. We could always catch mice and rats in the barn. Surely the stupid barn cats won’t bother us. We choose the barns with few barns cats living there” Blackstag explains his idea, his long fluffy tail tapping idly on the ground.

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Echo
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Dec 28, 2019 2:23:30 GMT
ECHO
Echo was not the easiest cat to get along with, sure. Yet within Joker's band, that became an exception...after all, most cats who were here would not be, if they were not so like-minded. The brutality, loyalty and bloodlust of many members tempered Echo's tendency toward sadism and a bad attitude, to the point that so long as they were not an annoyance, and respected the authority to a point Echo could be content with...they were not too hard to get along with. Perhaps strange and intimidating, most certainly offputting...yet not aggressive to their own members without need.

Or at the very least, without annoyance.

However, if there was one feline within the group Echo could hardly stand, it was certainly Blackstag. Why he even remained within the group was questionable, though he was...at the very least of use. However, if anything could disappoint the red feline in Drift, it was their apparent inability - or perhaps lack of care - in getting the brute to watch his tongue and know his place. The fool thought he owned the place, clearly, and it grated the tom to know end.

However, it was not withing their authority to do anything more than scold or complain.

That was, until Echo's pale green gaze settled upon a familiar calico pelt settled with the raven devil nearby. Sneering briefly, the tom had half a mind to claw the idiot's eyes out right then and there. How dare he think he had any business speaking with Jester, even being in their mere presence without permission. Now, this was indeed something within their authority, and swiftly their sneer shifted into a sadistically satisfied smirk.

Without any further pause, the ginger feline sauntered easily up to the calico without a glance of doubt from anyone, sparing Jester a nod of respectful greeting. Of very few felines, they were among those that could approach the Second with ease, seeing as Jester was their personal and primary charge. Something they indeed quite readily took advantage of, never far from at least keeping an eye out for the calico should they be needed. Still, they did not touch the calico as they approached, not encroaching upon their space without need or consent.

Unlike this crow-food, Echo had respect.

"If you want to hunt so badly then run along and do so, rather than thinking you have any right to look upon our Second, much less with such disrespect," the ginger feline said, their voice cold as ice and laced with a threat like poison as they set their gaze firmly upon the raven feline, standing without hesitation between him and their charge. Their pale eyes narrowed, tail giving a lash behind them - again, not so much as brushing the calico they defended. "I have seen you loitering far too much for your own good - take a step too close to Jester without allowance and I assure you it will be your last."


Notes | Well Echo ain't impressed

Tagged | @blackstag,



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jester
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Dec 28, 2019 5:10:14 GMT
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[attr="class","banditt3"]JESTER
[attr="class","banditt2"] As the tom shot them a disgusted look, the younger feline felt their blood boil. Green eyes snapped close as they took one slow breath in, then another, attempting to control the urge that often showed itself after others presented their stupidity. Turning their face upward toward the massive brute at their side, Jester finally spoke, leaving the eaten prey discarded in the snow.

Yet you are here telling me of how the band starves during winter, yes?” Their voice was lower this time as they gave him a look of sheer annoyance, stretching to sit upright before continuing. “Regardless of the matter, it is not your job to be hatching harebrained ideas, Blackstag.” The tom’s name was practically spat out venomously but they continued on. “Barn cats and their prey are the least of our concerns. Should the time ever come that we need a roof over our head and straw to warm our feet like kitty-pets, we’ll keep them in mind.

They hadn’t noticed Echo’s approach at first, instead, their gaze was focused solely on the black beast before them, eyes locked onto him as they thought of the ways they’d tear him apart limb from limb, annoyance causing the tip of their tail to flit dangerously behind them. “However, it does not surprise me that you would choose the easy way out. Now, I think it best you go. You’ve been largely unimpressive this morning, and I’d hate for Drift to find out that you’ve been thinking again. It doesn’t suit you.

As the voice of Echo sounded behind them, the calico turned ever so slightly to see the ginger in their vision. Eyes narrowed at the deeper voice and instantly, their mood went from bad to worse. While Echo’s loyalty was unwavering, it didn’t please them to know that their personal body-guard seemed to come to settle minor disagreements too. It made them look weak, and while they bit their tongue then, they noted that they’d need to talk about that later.
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