Viorica hummed to herself as she padded across the grassy hill, her tail swishing behind her happily. She was rather small, even for a Serval, but she was happy with her size. She had grown up a rogue, and had met very few other people in her travels, other than the time she had spent briefly with a lioness, who was very kind to her and she remembered fondly. She was brightly coloured, similar to Viorica. It was a pleasant memory, she mused, her head lowered as she nibbled on a blade of grass. She had little interest in plant material as food, but for such a small creature, it was sometimes necessary. Plus, grass held some liquids and she was thirsty, so chewing on the blades was a good idea.
Her tail twitched, as something moved from the corner of her eye, her mood brightening even further. A butterfly! Perfect! She squealed to herself, and fell to the ground, almost completely hidden by the grass now. Wiggling across the ground on her stomach, her tail continued to flick behind her as she moved, eying the golden butterfly with great interest.
When she reached pouncing range, instead of leaping up and capturing the pretty creature, she jumped to her feet and let out a 'roar!' which startled the bug. Smiling, she watched it take to the sky, and flopped into the grass again, watching it disappear off somewhere else. She had no interest in eating bugs, but stalking them was fun.
