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Post by SCARlett on Jul 13, 2010 23:58:55 GMT -5
SLUDGE hungry, alone, and filthy
Sludge smelled disgusting. Of course, this was hardly a new development, but once again, the naturally white cat had somehow managed to get herself coated in filth. To be honest, she wasn't even sure how it happened, but her fur up to the belly was stained a radioactive shade of green. It hung in half-dried clumps, smelling of rain, sewage, and frog juices, and yet, none of this seemed to bother the young she-cat. She carried on in a casual forward march, tail lifted confidently behind her as if she couldn't tell in the least that she smelled like vomit.
But then again, she probably couldn't.
Blue eyes--the only non-stained part of the cat--scanned the swampland ahead, searching the bushes and various bits of plantlife that littered the marshy ground. Her lips parted, tasting the air for the smell of prey as a loud rumble echoed from her belly.
Up ahead, movement caught the attention of the 11-moon she-cat. Freezing midstride, Sludge waited. Then she slowly lowered her belly to the ground in what was a clumsy version of a stalking position. Her movements were quiet but not wonderfully graceful, and anyone who knew anything about hunting could see that this cat needed a few lessons. Still, her one advantage lay in the fact that with the heavy odor of swamp clinging to her fur, there was almost no way to detect that a cat was under all of that.
Suddenly, Sludge pounced, propelling herself forward with a thrust of her hind legs. She landed in front of the bush that had contained movement just as a small lizard shot from the leafy cluster, and frantically, Sludge reached out with her flaws. Claws flashed, but it wasn't fast enough. And as the lizard streaked off into the shadows, the white cat was left with nothing but a scaly tail.
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