Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 19:47:36 GMT -6
my hands, they're strong
but my knees were far too weak
too stand in your arms,
Nyara just wasn't sure anymore. She loved it here, the peaceful plains. It was so vast and free compared to twoleg place where she had remained trapped for so long. The rush of hunting and the peace and tranquility of each day was certainly something to love. Though even such an independent cat would have to admit the it got a little lonely at times. She missed her mate and kits, yes that was it, but she knew it was best not to dwell on the thought for long, as optimism was not the tabby ocicat's forte. The feline refused to allow herself closeness to any being, though surely she could make a friend?without falling to your feet
No matter, despite all this, the ghostly white female was happy enough, family wasn't necessary to one's survival, and friends or a mate would only tie her down. Or at least this was what she had convinced herself after the sudden abandonment of a once beloved Tom, the father of her missing kits. Now Nyara wondered along, only bird song and swaying grass for company. That was until the faintly marked white cat came upon what she classed as food. Lowering herself into a hunting crouch, the she-cat stalked toward the unsuspecting rabbit, making sure she remained downwind from her prey. Prowling silently toward the creature, she halted just close enough and pounced, ending it with a swift and precise bite to the neck. Picking up her meal, the she-cat carried it out of the sun, settling down to eat it under the shade of a large oak. Once having swallowed the last bite, she swipes her tongue over her lips and allows her silver lilac eyes to scan the surroundings, stopping upon another feline.
@lilian