The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.
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Posted on December 17, 2010 at 05:55:38 PM by Squall
When someone told you to stay put and not get into any trouble, what was likely to happen? The opposite, that's what. Squall was supposed to be about a mile and a half up the mountain. He was supposed to be in the crevice of a cave. And he was supposed to be waiting patiently for Zephyr to return... again... And again... And again. However, currently positioned not far from Ice Mountain Peak's base practicing some very entertaining climbing skill along a steep incline absolutely riddled with enormous boulders and ledges, the white and pale silver liger couldn't exactly say he was behaving according to his older brother's orders.
The large teen's silver tufted tail flicked back and forth at the very end, pale blue eyes narrowed on the high curve of the boulder he was currently clinging too with defiant claws. Rear legs curled beneath him, he judged the distance and gave a leap, muscles flexing in a rather impressive sight as he propelled himself to the top of the boulder.
It was rather surreal, the way he landed, in a way that only a feline could. First his front paws touched, their charcoal gray pads and thick fur between the toes silent as his claws retracted and his feed touched the ice-capped stone. Then came the back paws just a split second behind following the same fashion. It all happened so quickly that it was hard to tell that one had happened after the other, creating the illusion of a single, fluent landing that left the large feline standing boldly proud atop the monstrous rock at the edge of a steep ledge that overlooked a slope of jagged and jumbled ice-covered rocks. This surely wasn't the ideal traveling terrain for most creatures, which he supposed was why Zephyr had chosen the peak to be their home. His brother wasn't fond of visitors, nor was he quite fond of the idea of Squall making any acquaintances. Not that Squall particularly knew the second bit...
The liger's head jerked down, giving a quick shake to throw the fall of his mohawk of a mane out of his eyes as they landed on a very prevalent form moving through the area. The liger's charcoal nose twitched, catching what small of a scent he could on the blistering wind as it ruffled his thickly furred body. It was female, whatever it was, body type vaguely reminiscent of the one visitor he'd ever had to his home. What did that guy say he was? A dog? Something like that.
Curiosity was getting the better of him, as it did for most cats, and he found himself leaning slightly over the boulder's edge, tail flicking back and forth. Well, standing there just wouldn't do, not with the propelling curiosity driving his mind. Squall let his front paws slide over the ice-capped boulder's edge, silver claws coming out to grasp the slick surface as he carefully slid down, back end whipping around and catching with his rear paws. The claws of his front paws made a loud screech as the weight of his body pulled him down, back feet touching gently on the treacherous surface below. Squall let his front end drop soon after, finding the less perilous patches with ease almost without looking. He turned about quickly, icy blue eyes locking once more onto the soft red and tan stranger once more.
There was a pause as he simply stared at the retreating form of the fem as she made her way along a game trail that wound through the rubble, poster rather alert and interest shown quite thoroughly in the crease of his brow despite the placed set of his jaw. However, the pause was only momentary as the large cat's paws made a small dancing motion before leaping of again, bounding almost effortlessly across the dangerous terrain. Truth was, he came here quite often. Naughty, naughty boy, he was.
With a final muffled scratch across the hardened, icy snow, Squall landed on the game trail a good ten yards back from the stranger. He expected she knew he was there, as he hadn't exactly been creeping along the snow in a covert fashion, however he remained quite silent and kept the distance between them as he began to follow.
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- *.:Fire Burns:.* - By Cissnei December 21, 2010 at 04:55:00 PM
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