Who's there?! || Mockingjay Swgger ||

I sat on a low tree branch, staring at the beach below me. The waves of the sea shone a deep teal as they crashed onto the shimmering sand. A high "Meow." sounded from beside me,"Hi Diztey." I say as I pet my brown tabby cat's back,"What are you doing here?" Ditzey nuzzles my hip and scoots onto my lap.
We sit there and listen to the soft sound of the sea. Ditzey gets up after a while and paws a the knives in my belt. I pick her up and set her down on my other side. I pule out my favorite knife. The one that was passed down to me from my mom when she gave me to my Aunt Amy.
It was my father's knife. He would use it to cut the heads off the fish he caught us. The knife gave off a glare as I twist it around looking for smudges and wiping off any I find. The handle was a blue green, like the sea. It was worn down is spots where my father would put his hands, but other than that, this knife was in very good shape.
My other knives were reqular knives with black handles. I pule them out too and set the on the tree, biggest to smallest. My dad's knife being the biggest, and a small flip-out knife being the smallest.
Behind me, I here loud, clumsy footsteps. Coming closer and closer. I throw my dad's knife in it's direction, only to see a man's face as the knife hits the tree next to him.


OOC: XD Your turn!