Entering for: Ziv! Personality: Nice, friendly, and shy at times, fast, funny, smart, a little jumpy Likes: Likes hanging with any other non-hostile cats. Dislikes: Rude, unfriendly cats Backstory: Her parents died when she was only a couple moons old, so she was left on his own. After she was older, she was found by a couple cats who took her in and taught her how to hunt and fight. Later, the group was scattered, and so Ziv was back on her own. She traveled a bit before finally meeting an organized group... Story: Ziv shivered. This year, winter had been harsh and inconvenient. There were cats in his group starving. She sniffed around, and slumped back. She couldn’t find anything. Ziv turned around, about to head home before a scent caught his attention. It was a rabbit! She turned ever so slightly, intrigued. There hadn’t been a rabbit as big as that one. Ziv looked around. She could use with the help of some other cat...she sighed. No cat around. She soundlessly picked his way to the rabbit, where it was nibbling on some berries of a kind. She circled around it, closing off any exits. The rabbit moved closer, and froze, head erect. Ziv pounced, and gave the killing bite. She brought the prey back to the group, and set it down in the Kits’ den. Squrriel purred. “Thank you, Ziv.” She meowed. She nodded, proud. It’d been the first good piece of prey in moons, and the group had been full-fed.
Writing: @Jellybeans006 This is for a WTA. I don’t draw, so I’m only writing to adopt. NOTES: Eek, sorry of this is TOO similar to Warriors. And, my apologies if it’s too short #writing #shortstory #entry
