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 Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 1:31 pm
A giggle echoed through the cave she'd found herself in. The leopardess had been chasing a bird in here, in a fit of childish play. One was never too old for play! Biting her lip, she crouched low on the ground and pounced where the bird had landed. Naturally, the bird moved, which left her to flip and twist to try to get it. Of course, not being as graceful as some cats, she ended up on her side, sliding on the cave floor. Did that stop her? Nope. Getting back to her paws, she shook herself off and eyed the bird. She'd seen this one before and considered it a friend. "Well played, little one. Well played." She hadn't even considered the cave in which she was in could be occupied, so she didn't exactly speak in quiet tones. "Come back here!" It was darting away! The flap of it's wings made her whine and head further into the cave. She hit puddles, splashing water everywhere, laughing as she did and just raced forward. Just how far did this cave go?
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 10:10 pm
It was cold... dark... and deep. The sunlight barely broke through to the far depths of the cave and that's just how he liked it. The leopard would often spend as much time of the dry season hidden away in the safety of the shade, drinking the water that filtered through the earth above to drip down into small grooves in the earth. Even in the dry times, the ground seemed damp and cool, he was never wanting for water. Food was sought after but only under the light of the moon. The sun was harsh and often burnt the sensitive skin of his nose and wherever his pelt paled. The dry season was the worst. Pickings were slim, the sun was harsh, and the air dry.
The rainy season, however, was his time. He loved the rain. He loved the feel of it running down his face, into his eyes, down his nose, and along the back of his neck. It was cool, refreshing, and cleansing. Mud was an unfortunate side effect but after a while, he stopped caring about the discomfort it caused and made a game out of moving through it. It slowed his hunts, certainly, but it added a level of difficulty to his hunts and often worked as much to his advantage as his disadvantage. After all- zebras were heavier and often lost their speed in the mud. If he hopped to shallows, he was able to out-pace the creatures and bring them down. After a successful kill, like most of his kin, he would retire to a nearby tree to enjoy his meal and let his coat dry.
He'd eaten just three days prior, a typical thing during the dry spells, and slept to conserve his energy during the day. The constant drip, drip, drip of the cave was almost a lullaby to him now. A comfort, a voice in his otherwise lonely, solitary life.
And that was about to change. Something entered his cave with very little care or consideration. The leopard groaned and ran a paw down his face. His eyes already adjusted, he turned to see a bit of light glance off a sleek, strong back. Instantly on guard, the leopard rolled to his belly and got up to his paws, growling low in the back of his throat. They didn't know what was down here... if it was a hostile rogue, he could always try to play the intimidation card.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 9:31 am
In the back of her mind, Toothiana took the groan she heard and moved ab it more cautiously into the cave. She had to find her friend, didn't she? Still, her paws splashed on water. The further she moved in, the more puddles seemed to stand. It was cool here. She wouldn't mind making this place her home if there wasn't anyone here. Hopefully the noise she heard wasn't anyone important. Although she knew better, a squeal of delight came from her as her friend landed on one of the rock pillars. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.It was a bit hypnotizing, wasn't it? It what kept the leopard from pouncing her little friend and giving chase again. Instead, she decided to walk slower, look around, take in this cave. Her head tilted this way and that. There was plenty of water to drink. The path to get here was long and winding, so it could make for a very good home. A good place to raise a family. Toothiana longed for children of her own, but so far no one could put up with her childish, but mothering ways. Or the fact she was a bit obsessed with teeth. Her own teeth were perfect, in her eyes. She cleaned them with leaves and sticks she found, chewing on them both thoughtfully. Wonderful, now her brain was on teeth and she stopped to sit down and looked at the necklace she was collecting. So little perfect teeth. "One day I'll have a full collection," she muttered to herself, frowning lightly.
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