Post by Bovine on Jun 20, 2006 22:37:54 GMT -5
The lithe figure of a tortouise-shell female could be seen strutting through the grass at the base of the mountains as if it were her own turf. She had a 'V' shaped white mark on her chest with more marks of white covering her muzzle and dipping her dainty paws. Her belly was a light cream with white speckles, quite pleasing to the eye. She was just older than the age of a kit...her mood bouncy and defiant and she wasn't too keen on taking orders, but did when it was necessary. And that wasn't to say that she didn't have a high respect of her elders, oh no....Quite the opposite.
Her white tipped tail was held high in the air, a kind fo flag, she was no submissive cat and any cat to say otherwise would have a few scrathes to remember by, at the very least.......As she strutted, she hummed a bouncy tune and her head was held high, swaying with the tune. Oh Look! She stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted a mouse, holding a seed in it's tiny paws and nibblings obliviously. She went into a hunter's crouch, not making a sound, ears lpastered to her head as she swayed on her haunches, muscles tightening. In one instant, she sprung, but brushed a shrub, making the leaves rustle. The mouse scurried away just in time for her front paws, claws unsheathed, to land on the spot where it once sat....the only evidece of it was the half-nibbled seed. The young she-cat let out an angry yowl as the scent of her would-be catch still hung in the air.
Her white tipped tail was held high in the air, a kind fo flag, she was no submissive cat and any cat to say otherwise would have a few scrathes to remember by, at the very least.......As she strutted, she hummed a bouncy tune and her head was held high, swaying with the tune. Oh Look! She stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted a mouse, holding a seed in it's tiny paws and nibblings obliviously. She went into a hunter's crouch, not making a sound, ears lpastered to her head as she swayed on her haunches, muscles tightening. In one instant, she sprung, but brushed a shrub, making the leaves rustle. The mouse scurried away just in time for her front paws, claws unsheathed, to land on the spot where it once sat....the only evidece of it was the half-nibbled seed. The young she-cat let out an angry yowl as the scent of her would-be catch still hung in the air.
