It was still hot, even though the sun had set on this horrible, yet wonderful day. The scarlet cheetah cursed under his breath as he knocked pebbles into the same small pool of water that he had met her by. Was it the gods that had turned against him? No, it was his own folly. He had been the one to ask her back so quickly. She deserved better then that.
Rosso’s lips curled back upward in a sort of snarl as he gazed down into the water, glaring back at his own reflection that stared back at him, mimicking his facial movements of course. In a fit of rage, he stood and made a lunge at his reflection, swiping at the liquid only to fall from the ledge that was over it, falling into the warm water. His scowl only worsened now that his clean fur was soaking wet and coated in mud. With ears pinned backwards, the small feline’s thoughts began to wander back towards the memory of the deep burgundy coat of the leopardess that had stolen his heart so quickly.
