12th Day Fall 515
Shadows stretched long across the tops of buildings, as Zevlin's hunt began. Slinking in and out between the structures, the cat's bright emerald eyes watched as the sun slowly slipped away in the west. It was the feline's absolute favorite time to hunt for small game, the beautiful streaks of gold, pink, and red came as fascinating to Zevlin. Ruffling his dark fur, a chilly autumn breeze swept up off the ground, nearly knocking the feline off course. Digging his thorn-sharp claws into the ground, Zevlin parted his jaws, drinking in all the smells that were left around him. Both new and faded ones hit the scent gland on the roof of his mouth, and the tip of his furry tail flicked back and forth, curiously. instinctively dropping his body low to the ground, the cat stiffened his body, perfectly still, as green eyes clamped down on a tiny figure, scuffling through the trash.
A mouse..
All thoughts focused on the prey, as the hunter watched the grey figure rise to its back paws, as the front slid over its tiny snout. Zevlin couldn't help but let his mouth fill with saliva, imagining the warm.. delicious chunks of flesh sliding down his throat. With careful, silent steps, Zevlin stalked closer and closer, fearing the mouse might look up, catching him with its small beady eyes, and then scurry away, before he could do anything. The black cat bunched up his muscles, and then sprung off of the ground, hanging in the air a heartbeat, before pouncing on the tail of the mouse; not exactly where he had hope to land. The mouse fought and squirmed, squealing, as Zevlin pierced its skin with his claws, flipping the helpless creature way above his head.
Thudding to the ground, the mouse lay dazed, as satisfaction filled Zevlin. Moving to deliver the death blow to it's puny, pathetic neck, the cat pranced forward- but was too slow. The mouse shot up, and darted away into the darkness without a trace. A lazy growl rumbled from deep within Zevlin's throat, as he perched on his haunches, not bothering to try and chase it down.
Just not worth it
Lifting a paw, for a long over due cleaning, the feline contemplated his empty belly and the best -lazy- way to fill it. Zevlin had done it before, he would make his way to the docks, and there, he would wait until a human would reel in a fish... then snatch it and run away before he was caught. mischievous, yes, but a quick way for an easy meal. So it was decided, Zevlin leapt to his paws with an excited mrrrow and pushed himself off of the ground, with a bounding leap towards the water, guided by the light of the lanterns. Surrounding the tom was sounds of the night; crickets chirping their songs, off in the shadows, angry yowls of cats, scraping in the dim light.
The Kelvic paid no attention, he was set on only one thing- to satisfy the hollowness of hunger that uncoiled itself in the pit of his belly. Huge, graceful strides brought his paws rather quickly to the edge of a wooden dock. The tangy smell of salt air filled his nostrils, as he dragged in a breath. It seemed to cling to his black fur, making it sticky and uncomfortable against his muscular figure. A single man stood on the end of the wooden dock, his rod drew back. Zevlin settled down on his haunches, watching the line being thrown out into the bay. The black cat knew this might take time, so, lifting his furry paw again, he groomed himself contently. His prickly tongue primed the tip of a paw a few times, before gliding it over an ear.
Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps not far behind Zevlin made the fur along the Kelvic's spine stand on end. Spinning around, the feline bowed up, hissing in alarm. Wait... A sly thought crossed his mind the food is going to come to me, now... All I have to do is be the adorable, hungry cat that I am.
Relaxing his muscles, he gave his thick coat a shake and bounded forward. Mewing loudly, green eyes searching for legs to encircle and a form to rub his nose against.
Afterall, who could resist a cat like him?