life in the fast lane ;; abyssjaw

[abyssjaw]

It was crowded. It was always so crowded. AbyssJaw gnashed his teeth at other cats when they came too close to him, his claws flexing into the dirt. He was a large cat, he thought that perhaps the others would move out of his way, but it seemed they liked to get stepped on. He had seen VixenFrost's tail amongst the crowd and was trying to reach her, at least wanting to be close to a familiar cat would make him feel a bit better about being surrounded by strangers.

Even his fur didn't smell like him anymore. It smelled like everyone else. It made his skin prickle and his fur ruffle.

He could hear a yowl in the direction that Vixen had disappeared off to, her tail was no longer visible in the swarm of different coats and furs, but he could see a rather large tom standing on something wiggling and squirming. Ever the investigator, AbyssJaw wandered closer before slowing to a stop, tilting his head at the situation. His whiskers twitched in amusement, before he realized that the other large tom was not giving up. This wasn't playful.

Without hesitation, AbyssJaw's claws dug into the ground, spurring him onward as he lunged into the large cat, knocking him off Vixen and into the crowd. He flattened his ears as he landed, spinning to face the large tom. He lunched forward again, large, unsheathed paw smacking the other large tom directly on top of the head and hissing.

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ARE GETTIN' LOW

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