Ateyo
Ateyo's form slipped through the clearing about the tree, veiled in thick shadow. A breeze weaved through the grass, the the blades of wild rye whispering their secrets to the moon. The obsidian-black tom lifted his head to the wind, closing his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scents whisked to him by the wind. The scent of dog burned in his nostrils, making the inner instinct to move away from the scent flare up and scream. He shook his head, scolding himself for not noticing the scent before. He crouched, eyes scanning the large opening in the matted forest. His blue-eyed gaze fell upon the Old Tree, and at the cat perched at the top as dogs barked below.
He snaked his way toward the animals. Stupid, noisy things they were, whimpering and barking. They were scaring all of the prey away. The two dogs were not the largest; they were about as tall as a toddler at the shoulder, only a few inches greater in height than the black mainecoon. Ateyo's paws made no noise in the grass as he crept up on them. A mischevious glint flashed in his eyes. Normally, he didn't like looking for trouble in this manner, but in no time they would scare away any mouse, squirrel, or rabbit within a five-mile radius. He lunged at the nearest dog, claws ripping through golden fur as he jumped on its back. With a startled yelp, the dog tried to shake him off, but he remained latched on.
Ateyo's teeth tore into the dog's scruff, drawing blood. He leaped off of the dog's neck, pelt fluffed up and back arched as he hissed. The first fled, too shocked to do anything else, but the last one remained, lip curled back in a spiteful snarl. A score of claws sent it running, but not before its tooth nicked Ateyo's shoulder. Shaking it off, he watched the dog flee. He did not puff his chest or yowl victoriously as most self-absorbed toms would do. Instead, he sat down and purred lightly, enjoying the silence.
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