Post by ||Cedar|| on Jul 2, 2007 15:02:09 GMT -5
A lithe figure meandered through trees serenly, body blending with the shadows. Light filtered through, seeing to cause the pelt to shift shade of colour, between grey, light brown dark brown and black. A rabbit and a mouse was caressed lightly between her jaws. Weight not seeming to effect her movements. Stepping out across moors, the sun beamed down almost merrily, bouncing off her sleek, well groomed fur.
Entering camp, Cedarsoul made a bee-line for the fresh kill pile, laying her prize carefully near the outkirts. Everyone new the freshest prey was there. Turning nonchalanty she sought out a comfortable place to lie. Finding a slightly shaded spot near moss, she flopped down on the earth.
Entering camp, Cedarsoul made a bee-line for the fresh kill pile, laying her prize carefully near the outkirts. Everyone new the freshest prey was there. Turning nonchalanty she sought out a comfortable place to lie. Finding a slightly shaded spot near moss, she flopped down on the earth.
