Moja smirked. "I'll do that, but I'll be sure to come back in when I smell the scent of rotting cheetah." She took a near-playful swipe at Shani, but let her paw fall to the ground. Turning on the balls of her paws, her tail was carried high with her dignity as she headed in the opposite direction from the brown and blue cheetah. By now, the monkeys must have come out of the tree, and if she tried hard enough, she could surely catch one and eat it in from of its troop. Her smirk was a blood-thirsty grin, and she cackled, her voice no longer carrying to the silly cheetah she left behind.
