Player 101

[Ebonyfang]

Ebonyfang slipped amongst the bushes, melting into the shadows. She had no heart, no soul, nothing. She was just a shadow herself. She could feel the quick and steady pulsing of the furry creature nearby as it scuffled aound on the bare forest floor.She would make this quick. Without making a sound, she pushed off the ground and landed on the mouse, causing nothing but a soft 'thump'. She buried it and checked to make sure no predators were nearby. She stood up once again and joined the shadows.

[§hadow]

Shadowstalker's black coat blended in perfectly with the darkness that was cast through the territory like it always was. His blue eyes scanned the territory, a scent of a fresh cat from his home lingering in the air. His tail flicking with slight agitation and his ears perked with curiosity, he began to slink throughout each piece of greenery that he so called home.
This black tom wasn't completely sure what to call himself anymore. A murderous idiot or a vile evil one. It was an interesting topic, really. There were times where a few cats could make it through the padlocked area of his heart and somehow bury themselves in his mind and heart, therefore letting him make a friend or two. It wasn't normal, but when it happened, he made sure that nothing bad ever happened to those people. His friends were extremely limited... He didn't want to lose them.
His blue orbs peeked over a small log in his territory, seeing the she-cat hunting. The tom tilted his head with interest, remembering her from simply walking around Camp. He'd never talked to her, though.
Shadowstalker just watched her as she buried her mouse and continued on her hunt for her Clan; secretly, he wished he had the skill that she had at this. Shadowstalker had never really been the most... Skilled... Hunter. Most of the time he'd simply say that he didn't get lucky and find anything when really he just lost everything he tried to kill. The black tom noted some things and tried to claim them as his own but he knew that if he actually tried to play them out he was destined to fail miserably. It was worth a shot, eh?
But it wasn't just the hunting skills he was looking at. This she-cat was particularly beautiful in every way, her movements graceful, almost like a ghost. Her glowing eyes shone through the darkness of their territory and lit up the things she looked at. Her coat was smooth, glossy, well-kept, and all-in-all beautiful.
Shadowstalker rattled his brain, desperately trying to remember her name. Ebony... something... He muttered internally, quickly ducking his head and being extraordinarily thankful for himself being downwind.

[Ebonyfang]

Ebonyfang slid out of the shadows and allowed her pelt to glow in the moonlight. Her yellow eyes lt up the night, the insides full with rings of gold. She waved her tail in the air and layed down. She began to groom her fur. She used long strokes, her pink tongue running over each strand of fur. Her pelt sparkled even more. She rolled on her other side and ran her tongue down her spin, slowly, tauntingly. She then layed back and rolled on her back reaching up and pawing at the air. The pine needles pricked at her fur, but she was oblivious to it. The moon seemed like a spotlight, and the spotlight was on her.