Random:
Unbeknowest
to preys, naturally since it involved quite a lot of factors that
were simply beyond the comprehension of critters who resided in the
nature preserves or run down abandoned slums, the reason the early
hours of the morn were so devoid of predators was because it just so
happened to be the scant hour or two inbetween shift changes for
professional hunters! Nights were so dangerous because most predators
being nocturnal clammered for the privilage of the graveyard shift,
and by

Random:
Veronica stifled a hiccup as she jiggled the key to her apartment, a
faint flush to her cheeks as she smiled and pushed inside with an
idle hand rubbing over her slightly distended belly. "Home sweet
home~" she purred mostly to herself but also in an intentional
announcement to her passanger, giving her tummy a squeeze for
emphasis of the double entandre while she kicked the door closed
behind her and slinked towards the living room with trademark catlike
fancy. She stopped hal

She
never once regarded you with anything other than the same, unchanging
smile along with that “look” in her eyes. “Look” - even if
spoken, it would be pronounced as if in quotation marks. It was one
of those gazes that told stories, could fill volumes. In it, you
could tell instantly how she saw you and felt about you; how her kind
saw and felt about you. Still, you somehow knew, even now it was
without doubt plastered on her face the same as it was when you were
in a better position t

Isaac
Shadetail:
The
squirrelly chittered restlessly as he shifted in his little hiding
place. Species like his were adept at staying in the same place for a
prolonged period of time, but it had been...a /very/ prolonged period
of time. The was a prey equilibrium to it; extreme danger and risk
taking followed by a long period of hiding and stillness and overly
cautious, nearly paranoid silence. Almost as if to make up for the
amount of risk necessary for an earlier action, prey types tend to
spe

[redacted]:
Prey Slums. These are neighborhoods nobody would really want to live
in. All the houses were worn down and didn't fully function. However,
these places were built for those that didn't have much of a choice
in the matter, the ones that would settle for just about anywhere
just so they would be able to keep what excuse of a life they had.
These places were built for prey. That's where the name came from.
Now, this wasn't meant to shelter the prey. In fact, it's supposed to
trick the p

randomfox12245:
(11:03:28 PM) do I look like I'm in the business of avoiding
squirrels? =9
Isaac
Shadetail: (11:07:02 PM) <<' ...um...no, judging by a number of
different qualities you possess (your species and belly size in
particular)...I suppose you d-don't...
Isaac
Shadetail: (11:07:07 PM) My squirrelly friends and I have all placed
bets on how many of us you can fit! They all lowballed it, but they
don't know you like I do! I'm so gonna win all of their acorns! =D
randomfox12245:
(11:

"Can
you believe it?"
"That's
amazing, man - I can't believe you didn't get caught with that
stuff."
"I
mean, cop sitting RIGHT THERE and he doesn't even notice."
"That's
crazy."
"I
thought for sure he was gonna search me. I mean, what else could it
have been? I was waiting on a fucking street corner, a car pulled up,
I handed the guy money, he handed me a small packet of something.
What else could that be?"
"You're
lucky we have shitty cops

Isaac
Shadetail: There are varying degrees of success if we're looking
through a squirrelly lens on the topic of food. First of all, having
food in the first place is a pretty successful thing if you're a
squirrel given the conditions prey in the modern world are forced to
endure. While it could be said that at least prey nowadays have
shelter (even if it happens to be in the form on burnt-out old
buildings with no heat that leak and everything, et cetera) and are
at the very least somewhat prot

Isaac Shadetail: This was bad...this
was so bad...this wasn't just another little gust of wind or creek of
the dilapidated building settling with rot or the hurried footsteps
of some little rodent type scurrying up the metal stairs after a
fur-frizzling encounter with a hungry pred...this was the real thing,
what he had spent his whole life dreading. He hadn't even really had
time to properly hide; he could only manage a last second jump into
the little room with a missing door that probably use

"Hey, did you catch
The Report last night?"
"No, I was working.
Was it good?"
"They had some
wing-nut 'prey rights' activist on there..."
"What the hell does
'prey rights' even mean? That shit drives me crazy."
"Well, I'd think
you'd be awfully interested in prey rights since you're a prey and
all."
"I'm not a prey!"
"I think differently,
little kitty."
"Oh, go fuck
yourself."
"Ooh - I'd watch your
language arou

Dear Diary,
I had that dream again
last night. It was a cat this time, though. I think it's because
there have been so many of them hunting around here recently...I
spend so much more time hiding now with all of these felines
around... My stash of nuts is almost used up and my seeds ran out a
day or two ago...I'm going to have to go out foraging probably some
time before next week. I'm scared of going out there. I wish I didn't
have to leave the building...it's so scary out there...it feels like

randomfox12245: The vulpine's ears
twitched as he heard the knock at the door, smiling to himself as he
rushed to answer it. In defiance of the more outgoing stereotype his
species had attached to it, this foxy was pretty agoraphobic, so
attending to his more predatory urges could be pretty
difficult...especially since that pizza delivery person union made
the cliché scenario harder to get away with. Luckily, the internet
provided a solution for that particular problem and he posted an ad
looki

Isaac Shadetail: For everyone else, a
very simple thing was happening; something that has been coded by
evolution itself into our very DNA. For Izzy, it was a perfect
analogy for his current situation and, even though it wasn't visible
or detectable by physical means, he could feel it in his entire body.
Something was occurring throughout an entire side of the globe that
perfectly encapsulated everything that was scary and wrong and
horrible about his current surroundings. What was that simple t

Despite what some may
assume looking at the situation from the outside, there was no
resentment. Such an assumption is an easy and understandable one to
make; surely, there had to be a nearly uncountable number of preys
that felt a great deal of anger and resentment both for the myriad of
species that saw them as mere disposable food on legs that served
only one purpose as well as the ostentatious way they flaunted their
superiority and perfect moral standing on utilizing sentient critters
as s

Isaac Shadetail: Izzy had always been
afraid of the dark, but this was different. This wasn't just the fear
of whatever unknown things may lurk in all of the places your eyes
hit but are unable to detect any information of value from. Everyone
experienced that once in a while and the squirrel had experienced it
his entire life. This was different, though. Darkness was scarier
when you knew that the next time you saw light again, it would be the
last. A lot of things were intrinsically frightenin

Now, there was no shortage
of creatures that had rodents on their list of edible species. Come
to think of it, virtually every single species on the planet are able
to consume (and enjoy consuming) rodents. The only animals that
didn't have rodents on their menu were...well, no actually...even
rodents themselves sometimes dined on rodents. The order rodentia is
one of the most diverse and varied groupings of creatures that
exists, a nice bonus given the fact just presented - all it meant was
tha

"...The repressed
memories that I had for so long kept secret from even myself began to
bubble forth as I addressed the vile feline I used to consider my
friend. Every memory of things I should have said but chose not to
out of courtesy or kindness or compassion that I had never received
myself but still insisted on giving to others flowed from my soul as
if the raging river of hatred that raged inside of me had finally
come to a boil and could no longer be contained by the skin of my
body.

Mail-Order
Izzy Snack
(an RP log
between RandomtheFox and IzzyKoji)
randomfox12245:
Terra sighed wistfully as she lazed around her little home, trying to
waste time as she waited impatiently for her package to arrive. She
tried reading, watching a bit of TV (the shopping network had a
lovely deal on mouse sized muzzles) or doing some house work, but
every time she felt in the zone her belly growled hungrily and
reminded her. Even snacking on some lesser treats didn't stave away
the feeling. The

A Tasty Squirrel + A Hungry Fox = An Unhappy Squirrel
by
Izzy Koji
-_-_-_-_-
In what could be considered an attempt to symbolically represent the day in summation, a quiet moan of bliss found its way from her lungs to the audible range of hearing.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
Her eyes had long since closed, allowing her to more fully luxuriate in the aura and sensations that flooded her senses and awareness. Deep inside her mind, she knew that this was the best part and she made sure to do everything she could

Duplicity
By Izzy Koji
----
Though he was surrounded by the sounds of a rather busy city, Izzy's ears only exemplified certain noises around him, as if his senses were tuning out the things that were less important for survival. He could hear the snow crunching slightly as it was packed into the sidewalk every time his paws hit the ground. He could hear the sounds of various vehicles slowly accelerating and blaring their horns, some close, others further away. He caught occasional words from the