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"Mission 316, Mud slinger. It is late evening. I have been on my mission for approximately 4.3 hours. No sign of the target yet. I am confident I will succeed. I have yet to see a monkey. Hm. Still, I am confident. I am a ninja. I have faith in myself and my abilities. I will do my task without question, and succeed. I will always succeed. AH! ...I have just stepped on a yellow caterpillar with my right paw. My paw is now pulsating and stinging painfully. But still, I continue--ow--on--ow--my mission--ow. Still no--ow--sign of the target--ow...I am taking a sitting break. I can only hope my master forgives my insolence in taking said break. But sometimes certain measures must be taken in order for the mission to succeed. Still, I am confident in myself and my abilities. I am confident I will succeed. I am Shadow. I am Stealth. I will not fail."


User Image4.3 hours was a long time for Amalahle to be walking through the jungle. And that's just what she had been doing. Walking through the jungle. For 4.3 hours.

Why?

Why was she still there? It boggled her mind. The jungle was nothing like the desert OR the savanna. It was an entirely different animal, so-to-speak. Well, Ama knew her desert well enough to get around in it; she wasn't so keen on other deserts around Africa. But she was familiar with the climate, how to trek through the sand...Basically everything. But the jungle...Good gods. It was a nightmare; tangled vines, spider webs, snakes, trees you couldn't even walk around, slippery grass...Yuck. It was a pretty disgusting place in the adolescent's eyes.

As she was walking, a particularly irritated expression on her face, Amalahle heard a voice. At first she thought it was a cooing bird, for its voice was low-toned and quiet. But as she continued onward, the voice grew louder and Ama was able to understand its words more clearly. Something about...A "ninja"? What was that? Stupid, crazy jungle...

Just as Ama was turning around to go in the other direction, she slipped in a slimy spot of mud and hit her chin hard on a fallen log. She grunted loudly, hitting the log with an audible thud.

"SSSSSSsssssssss..." the lioness hissed through her teeth, willing the pain to subside. She slowly eased herself onto her stomach and rotated her jaw.

That hurt.



The black-coated cheetah started a bit, but only a small, small bit. She blinked slowly, staring at the lioness who had just falling not too far away in front of her.

"Mission 316, Mud slinger...In effect." she said quietly. Standing up and away from the tree she had been sitting by, Midori crept closer to the lioness. She walked carefully, holding her poisoned paw to her chest as she stepped. The hissing the lioness was producing didn't put Midori off in the slightest. If anything, it enticed her to approach closer. And she did. She reached the female's side, paws meeting ground silently, and bent her head down beside the lioness's. Pink eyes met green and the cheetah said, "Are you a spider monkey?"



Breath tickled her ear and the hair bristled on Ama's back. She whipped her head around, eyes meeting with an unfamiliar face. A gasp ripped from her lungs and she slashed her paw out in a reflex of self-defense, jumping to her feet in preparation to fight if need be. Her paw met air, which was startling at first, because it meant whatever had spoken beside her was quick enough to move out of the way in time.

As she was stumbling backward, Ama tripped over the very same log she had busted her chin on, and fell flat on her backside.

Now she was pissed.

Scrambling to stand, the lioness faced the cheetah female and flashed her fangs, letting a deep snarl let loose. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she spat, patience and cool-head completely gone out the window.