A cat by the border of Boneclan

[Lake]

Lakekit opened his jaws to taste the air.

'Mouse and something else' he thought but ignored the other scent, he needed prey to satisfy his hunger and that was that.

Slowly and carefully Lakekit crouched down, his belly brushing the ground he crept forward. He spotted the mouse, a plump brown mouse nibbling on a seed. Making sure he was down wind he crept closer.

He leaped. Too late. The mouse had heard him and disappeared into the leaves. Lakekit hissed with frustration as he landed where the mouse had been a moment before.

[Hannibal]

I hear their screams at night, do you?

“Welcome to Hell, kit.”

The loner. The rogue.

Hannibal the cannibal.

The black and white tom watched the smaller feline with slitted yellow eyes. Calculating.

Ever calculating.

Although he was not a part of Boneclan himself, he made way for their powerful leader.

And there was no way he could return to Risingclan, not after what he had done to Soulless.

Ah, but the devious tom’s mind never stopped working. It was a labyrinth of passageways and oubliettes where his memories haunted; some dangerous, others pleasant.

But let’s not psychoanalyze Hannibal now. We’d be here all night.

“You crept too slow; giving that mouse far too much time to notice you and escape.”

The black and white tom grinned, maliciously, violently, as he rose to his paws. He was small, for a tom of his age.

But size was certainly not everything.

The cannibal’s eyes capture some waning light, momentarily glinting crimson.

[Lake]

Lakekit sensed a presence. A hostile presence. He pricked his ears, listening.

He could hear nothing, but the presence of another cat was unmistakable. He whirled in circles. Lakekit was unexperienced and he knew that. With lightening speed he leaped in to a bush and waited. He would never let another cat think little of him. Never.

Memories surged in Lakekit's head as he remembered when he was younger. Flashes of terror as he was separated from his sister lying in the snow as he was taken away by twolegs yowling with terror.

He pushed the memories out of his head and focused. He would wait for the other cat. He knew it

[Kestrel]

[ Eh, Lake...wouldn't Lakekit know Hannibal was there since he said something? ]

[Lake]

[Kestrel]

[ You see the words that ?look like this? With '?' marks around them? The ? marks = " " marks. Umber's computer is strange. o.o So when Umber writes something ?Encased in question marks,? then that's her character speaking.
I assumed that Hannibal stepped into sight, but you can interpret that how you want ^^ ]

[Soulless]

[oO Huh, Kestrel? It looks normal on my computer. Where did all the question marks come from?]

[Kestrel]

[ On my computer, your posts have a bunch of questions marks o.o Our computers are different, I suppose. I assumed Lake's comp was like mine, and was confused by the ? marks. ]

[Hiddenwrath]

[oO Now that's odd, but entirely possible.]

[Hannibal]

[*eats spamness of DOOM* XP]

“How much of a fool are you/”

Hannibal merely smiled. Inexperience was one thing…but this young kit acted as if there was nothing in his head but fluff.

“You can get out of that bush. It’s not going to protect you any form a persistent attacker.”

Ah, but the cannibal had yet to attack.
Yep.
He liked kits.

Although he didn’t think he’d seen one that was such an idiot.
Where was this kit’s mother?
Where was his family?

Poisonous eyes lifted, looking around. No, there was no other cats in sight. Ears twitched, shells swiveling to see if he could pinpoint any sounds,

None.

The runt was alone.

The older tom didn’t feel like fostering any kits, either. He did have a mission, after all.
A goal.

[Lake]

(It was a long time I came back here and I think this has become a chat screen)

[Pripyat]

[ 1) I have no icea what a 'chat screen' is o.o and 2) You can still reply, you know. ]