A Private RP for Labatis

[Iri]

"Yep," Chaltuu grunted. "This place is barren and vacant. We'll find nothing here." She turned on her heel, her tail twitching back and forth. Her ears were flicking and her paws swiftly passing over the brownish-golden grass. She stepped over rocks and twigs, sneering at them as if they were repulsive, slimy slugs that were trying to crawl up her forelegs. She kicked the small stones and sticks out of the way to make sure that Angus wouldn't trip over them, her infamous scowl still plastered on her face.
She didn't really know why she was in a nasty mood again. That tetchy-move trait probably ran in her blood; most likely from her father's side of the family.
Her claws still unsheathed and her head held high, she didn't really feel like chatting, more just finding something to eat. In her mind, she wanted to do tree things: Catch prey, eat prey, sleep.

[Labatis]

Angus knew she was in no mood to talk, so he simply kept his mouth shut, trying not to be a bother. Honestly, he could just leave, but maybe he'd bring something bigger down with Chaltuu, and they'll part ways afterwards. Eventually, he caught the faintest scent of a warthog. It wasn't big, but it was eatable. Angus looked over at Chaltuu, asking without words if they should go after it or not.

[Iri]

Chaltuu could tell by Angus' facial expression that he had scented something. Pointing her nose in the air, she inhaled the distant scent of a warthog. It wasn't stale, but it was a while away. Not too far.
She nodded at him, silently responding, "Yes, come on." She pressed her black nose to the ground, following the traces of the warthog's scent. She could tell that the animal was far away, but it wasn't like it had left. Besides, anything edible was valuable to her. Her tail swished back and forth as she attempted to follow the warthog's smell. It was so faint that after a minute she began to grow frustrated in thinking that the warthog wasn't even there, but she caught the smell again. She glanced towards Angus and motioned with her head.

[Labatis]

Angus quietly followed Chaltuu, making sure he placed his paws in the most convenient way possible. It was still a distance away, but by now he could see it, appearing to be rolling. Perhaps it was giving itself a mud bath, which would lead to the reason of way it was hard to follow the scent trail. He turned to the side, walking a bit away from Chaltuu so they could surround it. Warthogs were not too hard to catch, so it had a low chance of surviving the attack Angus planned.

[Iri]

"So, what's the plan, Mighty Genius?" Chaltuu grunted. She was teasing. Her tail flicked as she watched the warthog wallowing and rolling around in mud. That reminded her of what she used to do when she was younger- splash around in the cold, murky water or jump in mud puddles. It often earned her a scolding from the older cubs and the lionesses, always with them complaining that she was making a mess and a racket. Sometimes it gained her a harsh lecture about "staying clean and being respectful to the older lions' wishes" and a sharp cuff around her ear from her father. And, as anyone would expect, a blank, bored glance from Uangaze, as if her mother was saying, "Yeah, do whatever for all I care." That probably was what Chaltuu's tawny-furred mother always thought.

[Labatis]

Angus looked over to Chaltuu, then back at the warthog. "Surround it, attack it." He spoke with body language, so he wouldn't scare the prey off. He studied it closely, creeping forward time to time. Every moment it paused playing around in the dirt, Angus would lower himself to the ground as fast as possible. Once he felt they were close enough, he waiting for Chaltuu's signal of when to leap and bring it down.

[Sorry for all the late responses]

[Iri]

Chaltuu stalked forward, her belly brushing the grass. Her ears flattening against her head, she realized her fur being damp from the river hid her scent, which was good.
Her claws unsheathed and she bared her teeth, wanting to bring down the warthog and eat it. Through the mud, it looked tantalizing. It was plump and round-bellied, but didn't look as if it would put up a fight. But she learned the hard way that looks were deceiving. She glanced in Angus' direction, and nodded very faintly, but it was noticeable. That was the signal to attack, and without much further warning, she leaped up in the air with a snarl.

[Labatis]

Angus watched her leap into the air towards the warthog, and Angus quickly ran forward, luckily being able to sink his claws into its stomach, which would cause it great pain. Already, it was kicking and screeching, using every part of its body as a weapon. Nothing really hit Angus, and if anything did, it hadn't hurt much. He lowered himself closer to the body, biting at its legs every now and then. It was hard finding a place to bite near the stomach, due to the angle he had to be in to keep his claws in its belly.

[Poor Pumbaa D'=]

[Iri]

[xD It's Pumbaa's... FATHAH. -Cough-Father-Cough-]

Chaltuu grunted as she wrestled with the animal, forcing back a yelp as the warthog's hoof came into harsh contact with her chest. Fortunately it wasn't a deep scratch and it only bled a little bit. She growled and scuffled with the animal, careful to dodge its back feet, not wanting to get another chest, stomach, or flank wound- if she did, it might be a painful one.
Clawing at the warthog and allowing Angus to fight with the squealing pig as well, she snarled and tore at its ears and jabbed at its sides. She didn't feel like poking around with her prey this time- she wanted to kill the pig, eat the pig, then sleep.

[Labatis]

Angus' ears perked as he noticed it had kicked Chaltuu in the chest, but judged by her quick reaction to finish it off, he knew she wasn't severely injured. After a couple grunts, scowls, and wails, the pig finally gave in, giving off its last few breaths. He snorted at the now lifeless warthog, leaping off of it. He had already realized Chaltuu was the more hungry of the two, so he stepped back a bit, showing he didn't wish to eat first. He would eat whatever was left, and move on.