[PRP] Oil on fire

[March Moth]

The hot sand shifted in between her paws as she hurried across the desert. She was in one of her ‘moods’ again, and the only way she could think of clearing it would be to run it off. Or to fight, which ever came first. Unfortunately, none of Mzalia’s siblings were around to even think of a tussle with. The golden eye female wasn’t one to pick a fight with an older being either, so she just settled for running--- far and fast.

When she thought she was out of breath, she stopped, huffing for a moment before regaining her composure. She would not be shown as a weak figure in the eyes of any passer-byers.  

[March Moth]

Sozin’s large paws danced along the sandy lands as she stomped her way into the sun, her dark pelt laced with red tones. She was a large lioness, strong willed and independent and was now often alone, not really needing any of her siblings or family to keep her company. Zin needed to find her own place now, her own meaning. With a soft snort the female stopped and eyed the area before her, spotting something in the distance.  

[March Moth]

The scent of another had entered the area. Zala wrinkled her nose, not having smelled the being before. With a quick search of the area, she had her eyes set on the much darker lioness. Great, an adult. With narrowed eyes, she moved slowly over to the other female. She kept her guard up, but assumed that this female was also a member of the pride. She fit the requirements anyways, the red and ashen pelt.  

[March Moth]

As the younger female drew near Sozin’s narrowed gaze fixed upon her, and with a strong tone she spoke out, tail flicking from side to side.

“And your name is, young one?”

She knew the cub was of firekin blood, she could tell by it’s build and colors. She smirked, thinking to herself: Was I once that small? Never.  

[KasaiLoki]

Zala contemplated an answer. Should she lie, give out a false name? Heh, that would be all too funny, until this one went around asking for said feline. She would probably be in a lot of trouble after that.

“Mzalia Moto’Jivu,” she stated simply. “And…you are?” There was a certain tone held in her voice that would get a normal child slapped upside the head.

A thought ran through Zala’s mind as she smirked slightly. She couldn’t wait to be as big as this adult, as her own mother and father were. This smaller size limited what she could do, she only wished to be bigger.