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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:59 pm
She wasn't.. not disobiddiant. No.. but she was observant and always loyal.. and always wanting. Something made her want to know everyone. Learn everyone. Her pride.. as she sat and heard the Nanny and her father talk. They were her everything. This pride.. how much Mana, her father meant to it. That made her want to be just as useful as he, but. She couldn't , since she had to stay in the den.. quickly she whirled around and padded to her sleeping nanny.. whom was quite protective of the cubs as of date. Softly.. she poked at her.
Her thoughts on the nanny were this: Kindness with the correct strictness. She knew better. Kata could possibly look up at her- and every time she looked at her.. she knew that it wasn't mother. But really.. Kata didn't seem to cause a ruckus. Her voice was muted as she watched and heard everything.. and her nanny. Was her mother. As far as she was concerned. " Tomkrie.. Tomkrie.. Nannna..." She chirped.
Turning and giving a nod and that was enough for Kata. As she slowly walked. Cautiously. Always cautiously.. as she crept so the mouth of the cave and turned back for a moment. Looking at her siblings coiled with the nanny whom acted as their step in mother. That smile crept over her maw before galloping down the rocky path. The crater, their home, their pride.. finally she would be able to see it all. Sinking and then jumping on to a big rock, she looked about and saw a cheetah.. a pale one.. something she hadn't seen before. She didn't know her so. Quickly she lepped down and sunk in to the shadows. A place she often did to observe others without them knowing.
A mini spy. All the abilities were there, handed down by her father. Though black ears flipped up as she peeked around the rock. Watching. Then off to follow said cheetah.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:19 pm
Giselle often padded around the pride. Bored and beautiful, she knew she was lovely and she could appreciate the way males and females alike turned to admire her coat. It wasn't a pale gray -- far from that. A silky almost metallic-looking silver sprinkled with the palest of gemstone colors. As a beautiful cheetah, Elle could appreciate the beauty of others. As far as Elle was concerned, though, there was only one cheetah that could rival her own beauty.
Nyoka.
And Nyoka wasn't really competition. She was higher than Elle in the pride, and as an old friend Elle could accept that.
As Elle rounded a rather large rock, she heard the softest whisper of a sound. A small rustle came from the shadows, and Elle stopped in her tracks, an ear swiveling around to make sure she'd actually heard the sound.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 12:14 am
She was learning. In so, she had made the fatal mistake to take her eyes off the form ahead of her. That metallic silver fur that astounded her... she was now paying too much attention to her steps, and didn't let them flowy evenly like she liked. Causing a mistake and making a sound. She thought it was all over- and when she lifted her head.. that same head was standing out against the plain big rocks. Good for the cheetahs to lay upon.
She looked despaired to find that she was founded- even surprised! Her bright 'mask' marking sticking out as her seafoam eyes looked at the female.. that had graced the land.. and quickly turned 180* and run behind the rock.. Huffing... And fighting the urge to stomp at her disappointment! Highly angry with her self.. she murmured to herself.
"The easiest thing and I couldn't even do that right." Grumbling to herself.. turning and opening her ears for steps.. If she had seen her- she would likely come over. Her breath tried to slow down.. and leaned her head back against the rock. Her mohawk tinted with white at the ends.. and her face was looking rather disappointed in herself.. so. before she could get surprised ambushed- she quickly dodged away. Hitting the ground only just a few times before making it in to the center brush. The lush garden in the middle of the rocky crater.. Quickly dipping in to the greens but likely she would stick out like a sore thumb with her firey markings..
Almost damning on why she couldn't be darker like father whom slid in to the shadows and disappeared.. Her black toes digging down as she crawled under a big branch and watched the girl.. Hiding in the most darkest part of the small bush she hid under. Admiring from afar..
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