Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 9:19:19 GMT -6
@analia
Lyra stalked silently on the outskirts of the dens, scouting the perimeter for any signs of trouble. She did this quickly and cautiously, her eyes narrowed in a dangerous glare. She knew that she would need a den for leaf-fall, but was it really necessary now? She supposed she needed to make her place in Deathclan, instead of being some kind of invisible floater, but there were a lot of dens around, and that meant a lot of cats, which mean a lot of competition. She was confident in her fighting skills, although that didn't mean she wanted to go looking for one either. She had left that life behind, and planned on keeping it behind. Lyra's ears flicked as she picked up the smallest of noises, looking back towards the den area. It had originally appeared to be empty, although perhaps she had some unwanted company now. She showed no emotion on her face, standing a little straighter. There was no point hiding now, they could probably smell her.
Lyra stalked silently on the outskirts of the dens, scouting the perimeter for any signs of trouble. She did this quickly and cautiously, her eyes narrowed in a dangerous glare. She knew that she would need a den for leaf-fall, but was it really necessary now? She supposed she needed to make her place in Deathclan, instead of being some kind of invisible floater, but there were a lot of dens around, and that meant a lot of cats, which mean a lot of competition. She was confident in her fighting skills, although that didn't mean she wanted to go looking for one either. She had left that life behind, and planned on keeping it behind. Lyra's ears flicked as she picked up the smallest of noises, looking back towards the den area. It had originally appeared to be empty, although perhaps she had some unwanted company now. She showed no emotion on her face, standing a little straighter. There was no point hiding now, they could probably smell her.