1 Meeting Big Boss Gato [Contract] Fri Mar 29, 2019 11:57 pm
Yammy
D-rank
The birds that sat in the trees sang a beautiful song that rang through the Mountain Pass. Their melody always paired well with the rising sun, and the orange, indigo, and blue hues that were outstretched across the sky. Today was a little different from one of his normal excursions. This morning felt far calmer than any other he'd experienced before. The normal press from the mountain winds were calmer. The tone of the birds melody was calming even the predators, causing them to sleep longer instead of roaming the valleys and mountain range. Yammy couldn't put his finger on it, yet he knew today would be a good one.
He wore his normal attire. Yellow buffs, black jacket, pants, and boots, and his scarf which was knitted by Rena his Grandmother. The only thing different was the large book bag Yammy was carrying. It was full of different vegetables, seeds, various farm animal meats, and fruits. He normally didn't carry this much with him, however he wasn't sure when he would get a chance to do this again. He was on a strict training regime, which he and his grandfather both decided it would be best for him. This was the first week, so the schedule was a tad more relaxed.
As the sun climbed over the highest mountain peak, Yammy had reached his normal resting point. The melody of the bird eventually woke the mountains predators. From his view point Yammy could see the first of them begin to move. He unstrapped his bag and carefully placed it on the ground. The fox on the next ridge saw Yammy, who was a familiar sight. While Yammy was removing the contents of his bag waiting for his usual 'customers' the skulk of foxes were making their way to Yammy. Once all the contents of his bag were removed the Fox family was staring him in the face.
"There you all are. I was expecting to see you all." He said to the skulk. The pups came flooding him, caring more about playing with Yammy. Than the food he had brought. Yammy began laughing as the three pups tried tackling, he had been sitting before the family of foxes arrived. The vixen and tod both sat patiently. "Hold on you all." Yammy said with a smile. Few minutes passed and more mountain creatures began appearing. Only small mammals and birds approached. Most of the larger animals approached Yammy one by one later in the morning; only if they couldn't find prey.
Prey and predator alike group around Yammy. He was like the watering hole in the Sahara. A neutral zone, every animal new they would be fed as long as the remained patient. At least for the morning. When all the familiar beasts arrived Yammy began feeding them. He spread the seeds for the birds, while leaving the fruits and vegetables in one pile. This allowed the omnivores and herbivores to pick through what they wanted. The meat however was a different story; some of the animals have fought over it so Yammy had to implore different methods. He waited for the carnivores to gather in whatever group they arrived in, separate from the others. Once they had done that Yammy began tossing the meat to each group or pack of carnivores.
Feed them all took until noon, when he had arrived at around 5:30 am. Of course his time wasn't spent only feeding the animals. He actually would groom some of them, checking for injuries or to see if any were sick. Eventually they all cleared out. Leaving only a few slabs of meat in their wake. Yams let out a sigh of relief. He was tired, smelled of the wild, yet he felt fulfilled. He began packing the rest of meat back into his bag. A single rock rolled ricocheting off another rock. Yams lifted his head and raised a eyebrow. The noise came from behind him. When he turned to see what had made the sound he saw a unfamiliar sight. A large tiger that looked as if it had been throw many battles, and had traveled a long distance from its old territory.
"He must've smelled the meat." Yams said to himself. The tiger was blind in one eye. It seemed like a old injury had led to that. Yams made sure to move slowly; any sudden movements could cause the tiger to attack him. "It;s alright big fella." Yammy said cautiously reach for slab of meat. The tiger began glowing at a low tone when he did. "Oh boy.." Yammy thought. He firmly grabbed the largest slab of meat. Slowly bringing it in front of him, he showed the Tiger. He took a slow step towards him. "Here you go..." He held out the meat, while moving slowly towards the growling tiger. Yammy only had taken five steps before the tiger lunged. He threw slab he'd be holding in his hand. The tiger caught it, while gliding through the air. The tigers claw managed to scrap Yammys hand, as it loomed over him. Hand bleeding, Yams stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. Yammy closed hi eyes as he fell. Not noticing the seal that appeared as his hand touched the earth.
Splash! "What the...?" Yammy was sitting in a small pond. The pond sat in the middle of clearing in a thicket of trees. "Where..." He said aloud while placing both hands on the ground to help himself stand. Yammy looked around partially frantic, partially confused. This area didn't look like any in the territory of Kumogakure. He stepped out of the pond unto the grassy plain. He could feel the softness of it through his boots. "Konohagakure, Maybe?" That made sense in his mind. They were the only territories with this sort of foliage. There was a auspicious clearing through the thicket. Hesitantly Yammy walked down the path. He slowly traversed down the path that looked to be man made. Little did he know, the young shinobi was being watched by a hidden presence.
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