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"I'm not inviting you to dinner..." He hissed, his yellow eyes gleaming down at him. "You ARE dinner. I'm hungrey, and there isn't anything small to eat, so you'll sufice."

(Don't worry, he'll get told off soon. *coughmysecondcharriecough*)

Maveric was walking through the forest. He shivered as a wind swept around him. As I've already said, Maveric is blind. He was following the sound of two voices, one that sounded feline. Let's just say he didn't see the tree...

Heres my second charries discription.

Name: Vixen
Gender: Female
species: Fox
Appearance: Wavy red hair that goes to just below her shoulders. She has piercing green eyes, her nose has a slight foxy "point" to it. She wears a simple white T-shirt with blue jeans. She’s covered from head to foot in reddish brown fur. She has a pair of foxy ears, with white tufts at the top. Her hands and feet are human-like, while retaining a paw-like appearance.
weapons: She has a katana in a black sheath that hangs at her left side.
Personality/history: She acts snobbish, often treating others as in superior. She’s known Nusutto since he was a small kitten, and often has to keep him in check.

"Hmm... really? Well, there was a nice little mouse down there awhile ago, which was going to be my lunch." Screal cocked his head slightly, his amber eyes gleaming. "Perhaps you can go find it and invite it to be dinner. I'm really not in the mood to be eaten..."

He screeched loudly, straightening out his wings.

Nusutto ignored the rabbit, still focused on Screal. “To bad!” He hissed, jumping forwarded to attack Screal

“Nusutto! Nusutto you baka!”

Nusutto stopped short in mid pounce, shrinking down to the ground as he turned his head. “What! I didn’t DO anything!”

Vixen steeped from the brush, her arms crossed, glaring down at Nusutto, her tail swishing from side to side. ((I KNEW there was something I was forgetting! >_< she has a tail to, with a white tip.)) Her green eyes narrowed as she spoke. “How many times do I have to tell you! Birds do NOT make a good dinner!” With that she picked him up by the back of his shirt, throwing him over her shoulder. “Shesh, cats…” She rolled her eyes as she looked at Screal. “You’ll have to excuse him, he has no manners.” She spoke in an almost haughty voice.

"Don't worry, I already have. When he said he would invite me to dinner, and then absolutely refused that he ever said such a thing...!" Screal said, nervously flattening a couple of feathers that had gotten mussed in his attempt to flee.

"And thank you, sir Rabbit, but my stomach can't handle such things. A good mouse will do me fine, as I'm sure it will with the cat..."

Maveric heard the comment about mice. He rubbed his forehead were he had hit the tree. "Food would benifit all, to bad there is not enough for all" He said to what he hoped was the direction the four were in.

Toriis ran, panting heavily. The angry howls of the wolf-anthro echoed behind her, growing fainter, but still chilling eacht ime they sounded. Finally her pace slowed, then stopped; her breathing ragged, chest heaving mightily. The howls were faint now. The anthro mmust have given up it's hunt...for now.

Finally getting her breathing somewhat under control, Toriis raised her head and looked around. In only the pale moonlight, ntohing looked familiar. Then again, she'd never traveled much...before or after she had been cast out.

She leaned against a nearby tree, resting a moment before moving on. She had not been teaveling long before voices reached her keen ears. Hesitantly, she walked a few more steps, and the four anthros came into view.

Toriis felt her breath catch in her throat; fear threatening to take over her instincts. Somehow she mastered it, venturing forwards, to try and hear what they were saying. She'd gone only a few steps whem with a loud CRACK!, a twig broke beneath her feet.

"Quite agreed." Vixen said, in reply to both the rabbit's suggestion, and the wolf's comment. . She straitened up suddenly, as her ears twitched from side to side, having heard the twig crack. "Who's there?" she called out, watching the movement of the brush carefully.

“I would appreciate if you would put me down…” Nusutto grumbled, poking her. “I’d feel much less vulnerable.”

“Shush.”

Maveric turned to the sound of the cracking twig. He bared his teeth and growled. "Who goes there?" He said.

[[Here's my other char then - it's not a feline, yay!

Name: Oakleaf
Gender: Female
species: Pegasus
Appearance: Her fur is a light strawberry-roan, with sea-blue markings. long, blood-red mane and tail flow, frizzy. She wears a dark green tunic with a similar cloak, both tattered and mud-stained. Huge silver wings fold out behind her.
weapons: A sword with a wooden handle and grip, onto which are affixed pointed green stones. It glows green sometimes, though she does not know why. Also a fife. (don't ask!)
Personality/history: Ack. http://whitemountains.bravehost.com/story.html

Just... take it as everything pre-slavery.

And she's about 14.

I'll post my actual RP post at home, I'm at the library and I have to go soon. Like, now.]]

((final, the cat craze is ending!!!))

Toriis froze; looking for all the world like a deer in the headlights.

"Who's there?" she heard one of them call, though she did not see who had spoken.

She heard the slightly more comforting words of the rabbit, but they did not registered in her mind; it being numb with fright.

For the moment she was hidden in the shadows of the trees; the anthros would have difficulty spotting her. A moment later she was cursing her luck, as a cloud drifted away from the moon, casting a pale beam of light directly through the branches.