Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-26510374-20170901035352

I woke up to some sniffing nosies in my ears and movement in the sling with the supplies. Drowsy, I rose to my paws, only to be met with something jumping onto my back, digging its claws into me and biting ferociously. Caught off guard, I heaved myself about, trying to shake off whatever was clinging to my back. I backed up, unintentionally slamming my back against a wall of the hollow. A screech of pain was heard, and I kept at it, ramming into it backwards until I felt the thing's grip loosen. Taking advantage of this, I leapt forward, shaking off the literal weight on my shoulders and grabbing my sword.

Spinning around, I saw it was a raccoon. Its ears were pinned to its head, clearly accepting it had lost. But the only thing on my mind was that it tried to steal from me and if I let it go it would come back.

I dropped my sword and unsheathed my claws, mercilessly leaping at it. It struggled free of my loose grasp and fled out the hollow, but I followed after it, refusing to relent as my father's words replayed over and over in my head.

Bearing down on the thief, I quickly pinned it- I consider myself pretty fast, but my real strength is in leaping. I intended to give it a cruel death in my seething rage, but my paws slipped and instead of slicing the back ankles I missed entirely and sliced its chest, and without pausing in my mistake I aimed for the ears and stabbed the neck, missing terribly again. No matter, it was dead.

I went back to the tree and climbed it with the body in my jaws, impaling it on the top branch.

I went back inside and dug some places for shelves as the sky darkened. In order to keep out any more pesky, coward intruders, I covered the opening with some stones and wood- as if the fresh body hanging on the top of my new den wasn't enough to keep them away.

I opened the sling of supplies and food I had grabbed. spreading them out, I sorted through them and began to prepare for a hunt. I had spotted several partridges flying through the sky- I had no bow and arrows, but I could make them. I'm well rested already, so I might as well gatehr the supplies now.

I headed outside, flattening myself to the ground to remain unseen in the tall grass. I quickly grabbed as much wood as I could find and hurried back, sealing the entrance once I returned. There was a small hole in the tree that acted as a tiny window- it would help me keep track of time.

This was perfect. I spread out my materials and began to work, all while rifling through the supplies and eating a few strips of jerky every now and then. I discovered I had a few expertly crafted metal arrows- but still no bow. I used the arrows I had as a model for the ones I was making, but I had to make the bow from memory. I wasn't too keen on its design, and worked hard for a while. I took out some pieces of flint and some of the wood I had gathered in order to make a small fire, which would act as a light source. Soon cold wind blew in and the embers extinguished.

I fumbled around a bit before grabbing a stick and wraping it in cloth, lghting a bigger fire and then stomping it out once I had ignited the stick.

I stuck this stick in the ground near the hole in the wood, in order to let any smoke out.

Now, it's time to work until my skeleton dissolves into dust!