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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 5:05 pm
 It was a strange thing, to come upon a pacing and snarling under her breath. It was even more strange because of who this particular feline was. Kiichipan wasn't the type to let anything upset her. Her nature was generally warm and friendly, so to find her in such a state was strikingly strange. What had happened to cause her to end up in such a foul mood? Well, whatever it was, Kiichipan was downright irritated.
It wasn't likely that she'd go off to seek someone out who might listen to her troubles. The first being Kiichipan came across would most likely watch Kiichipan drag up a smile and pretend like nothing was wrong [and do a horrible job at covering it up.] Which was why she wouldn't leave home today, she hated being fake. Since she couldn't genuinely be happy and friendly, Kiichipan took a few steps back to her little nest-bed and let her body sink to the ground. The female rested her head atop her crossed forepaws and heaved a heavy sigh. It was awfully boring being home all day, but, she'd prefer that to possibly snapping or getting upset with someone.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:23 pm
 Racing with the wind, a natural hobby for a loner. Brown tipped ears folded back up against the tawny dome that was Baikal's head. The feel of his muscles stretching as he squinted his eyes against the flecks of dust drawn up into the air was wonderful, with the earthy jungle smell as an endearing accompaniment. The morning dew still clung to the grand papyrus leaves and the many other plants within the area. His padded paws, dipped in cream, now had a chocolatey brown rimming along the bottom, as with dew came moisture and the dirt was soft beneath him.
When the thought of another perfect day of solitude crept back into his mind, however, he found himself stopping, ears perked. Although the day was, indeed, like most others, he could not shake away the nagging feeling of a slight mishap in the atmosphere. Upon sniffing the air with care, he found himself savoring a sweet aroma, quite distinct from the musky jungle scents. He tread after it, as if in a trance, stopping only when it was bitter in his nostrils, for far too much focus upon such a trail often drove him into a dizzy spell.
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