Owlbee gracefully pranced through the flat moorland, the wind making her fur bristle with messy delight. "I'm being quite to loud." She mumbled, letting out a low growl afterwards. "Whatever, the prey can go suck it—"
"Hey, you!" A deep husky voice called out while she heard paw-steps pounding on the ground in large thuds. Owlbee froze, feeling blood roar in her ears. "Wh—"
A large body tumbled her over, paws grazing her shoulders. She re-adjusted her eyesight to see a light ginger tabby pinning her to the ground. He had a charming smile played on his lips as he looked down at her.
"Hey." He purred lightly. "I'm Ivan, who may you be pretty kitty?" The rogue tom asked, long tail swaying gently as light breezes flew past. "That is none of your business!. ." The clan-cat spoke nervously, though confidently.
Ivan quirked a brow. "Do you want me to throw you against that tree?" He asked, referring to a thick oak tree not to far away from them. Owlbee immediately shook her head, gulping with undeniable fear.
"As I repeat, name." He growled softly, sudden kindness vanishing into dust. "Owlbee." She sneered back, she couldn't give him information about herself without being rude! She'd always been stubborn. Ivan looked her up and down before flipping her over and grasping her scruff in his jaw.
He picked her up and threw her as hard as he could against the tree. Owlbee fell down limply at this, limbs tossed around lazily. "Great, she's unconscious, let's get her back before she wakes." Mumbled Ivan, trotting up to her and picking her up by the scruff.
The light ginger tabby set off, trotting back to camp with the clan-cat dangling from his jaws.
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Captured \\ A warriors fanfiction.
AbenteuerOwlbee was easily spotted in the 'territory' of this group of cats while hunting alone. They took the poor clan-cat as they were desperate for having slaves, practically shoving her into the hollow slaves den. She does meet some-cats who have gone t...
