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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:43 pm
 Cole smiled as he made his way down the path. It was a nice day out today. A change form the weather that they had been having for a wile not. Normally it was wet and rainy. Just a few days ago it was storming and he was stuck inside his den that entire time... well, until he got hungry. Then he had go out and hunt. He hated hunting when he was raining. By the time he got back home he was soaked and it took forever for his fur to dry. It was nice to have it sunny for a change. Taking in the fresh air he headed down to his favorite watering hole to get something to drink and to possibly get something to eat. If he could catch some fish. Lately he was having trouble catching the fish that lived in the watering hole.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 1:30 pm
 Fleurette awoke late into the morning, standing and stretching out leisurely, like a flower in bloom. The sun warmed her, and the surrounding grass, for the first time in a number of days. She was fine with rain, but enjoyed sunlight so much more. Another way she was like a flower. Fleurette enjoyed drawing comparisons between herself and the pretty little things surrounding her.
One problem Fleurette had that flowers didn't, however, was the need to hunt. By which she meant fish. Hunting was too difficult, and slightly barbaric, for her tastes. The colorful vixen made her way to the nearest lake that she knew of, but when she got there it seemed that someone else had beaten her to it. Ah well, she didn't mind sharing.
Fleurette walked slowly to the edge of the water, only a few yards away from the other fox. She began lapping at the water, pretending not to notice him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:23 pm
Frowning Cloe sat in front of the watering hole. He hand arrived not long ago and ever since he had been looking for the perfect spot to fish. After walking around the edges for a wile he had finally settled on this little spot. Once he got comfortable all he had to do was wait for the fish to swim on by. The only problem was... He wasn't seeing any fish. His nose wrinkled and the tip of his tail gave a flick as he glared at the water. Any one looking at him would be able to easily tell that he was annoyed by something.
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