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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:34 am
Ahmadas had in fact never heard that phrase, but it honestly wasn’t surprising. He had had stern parents, parents that expected no nonsense. He left when he was young, true, but a lot of those quirky saying like that were lost on him. He had picked up a few, however, and had come to like them a great deal. When one has such strict parents, it’s natural to love all the things that they made one miss – at least when one’s heart does not lie with their own ideals. He had learned a few and knew the basics of them. “I know what you’re trying to say,” he said finally, nodding slowly. He had never heard that phrase, no, but he could figure out what she meant by it at least.
“Local foods?” he said with a small frown, pushing himself up onto his paws and standing there, waiting for her to lead him somewhere. “I suppose that’s always the best thing to do, although I’m used to hunting the smaller game on the ground when I travel,” he said slowly. The smaller game usually looked similar no matter where you went – but the game in those trees, he had noticed, looked very little like the game that walked the ground here. “Follow you where, exactly?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing the tree. He didn’t climb trees, but he supposed that all cats could – after all, those claws were useful for more than just one thing.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:56 pm
She eyed him eying the tree and shook her head with a look that suggested distaste. "No... no, I don't suppose you could," she said more to herself than to him. "Just going to have to go on food. Quite un-useful when your prey can hear you walking on the dead debris. Well, I guess we'll just follow the elephant trail then. Not much else we can do. Now when we get there, step lively, remain active. An elephant can turn onto the path at any moment. I don't think you're stupid enough to get run over but there have been times when it's happened. Also, creatures larger than ourselves could decide to take a nap in the trees nearby."
She wrinkled her nose and with a shrug of her shoulders that said there was nothing to worry about, she set off towards the trail expecting him to follow. There was a slim chance any of the things she stated would come true but points for the warning, no? Hmmm... she wondered what she'd be in the circus. She was good at a lot of things but she didn't know what she could do t make people laugh. Oh well she could... Oh right! The elephant path. She shook her head clear of her distracting thoughts and settled to the matter at hand: the serval in the jungle that couldn't climb trees and thus couldn't hunt in the jungle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:00 pm
“If you’re used to walking on the ground, then you know how to sneak up on prey without them hearing you,” he said with a bit of a frown as she began to walk away, more or less aimed towards the fact that her comments were just a little condescending. If he had been the one to pout, he would have done so, but he simply snorted shortly through his nostrils and began a prompt trot after her – she wouldn’t have heard, not with how distant she seemed to get so suddenly. He was willing to bet she was doing that rambling thing in her head again. Oh well, no hard feelings, really. He was still pretty sure he could be just as quiet on the ground as she was in the trees though. In fact, he was sure that the only reason she thought being on the ground would make more noise is because she wasn’t used to hunting on it. What would she have done if she lived somewhere with very few trees? Starved, he supposed.
“If the elephant path is so dangerous, why on earth are we using it?” he asked rather suddenly as he was confronted with the fact that he could very possibly be trampled if he didn’t look out. The larger predators didn’t really bother him – one had those no matter where one happened to be. However, being accidentally trampled by an elephant was certainly not something he had to worry about on a regular basis. He glanced around nervously, just in case there happened to be a few gray giants coming out of nowhere. Sure, he usually wasn’t very skittish, but thinking of something that was so many times larger than he was himself was just slightly unsettling. The way she made it sound made him think it had happened before – obviously, not to her, or she’d not be leading him back along the path. However, he really didn’t feel like being the next victim of a such an occurrence.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 10:56 am
"Well, walking on the ground is only useful when that's where your prey is. So while you have a point, it's not something we usually need to do here," she said with a shrug. "And the elephant path is pretty silent since they've crushed everything. But ...well... I don't think they usually stampede through it. Just meander."
She smiled at him teasingly. "Just was trying to scare you a little." Not like she'd do something to risk her life and the life of a stranger. Her slight hero complex wouldn't let her leave another to die while she saved herself. But she also didn't want to sacrifice herself for another. So it was a ...perplexing dilemma that kept her from going with others into dangerous situations ...unless it were some of her monkey friends who knew how to fend for themselves. "Well I mean, elephants do make new ones every now and then..." she paused for the dramatic effect of that statement before she ruined it. "But~ usually you can hear them coming."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 9:52 am
A small laugh trickled out of his maw at her words, rather amused with the fact that she actually had managed to shake him up. He couldn’t admit that the thought of being trampled by giant feet had enthused him, or that the thought of using a path that those feet typically trod did either. Now that he knew those feet were more often than not elsewhere, he could find the humor in her little tease. He did not often have others that tried to scare him simply for the fact that they could, not since he had been small with other kits his age. It was a bit of a relief to have something innocently childish as that happen.
“Well, if that was what you meant to do, then I can assure you that you did it well,” he admitted. He wasn’t so proud as to play off that sudden worry as nothing – he would admit when someone had gotten the better of him, always had, and always would. To tell the truth, that was exactly what she had done. She had gotten the better of him, as simple and small as it was, and in the end it just amused him. “I think now that I don’t have to worry about getting trampled, I can enjoy this little hunting trip a whole lot more.”
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