Post by ℛåîŋ on Nov 9, 2017 22:07:01 GMT -5
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This is Kamala. She is a young ocelot around the age of 1 year, who had been taken by a twoleg, an exotic breeder, in a big monster in a crate, but fell out as the door became unlatched. She was left on the side of the road for a few days before being able to break herself out of the crate. Kamala went into the mossy forest she now calls home and began to thrive there, passionate about her ways of life. She has no idea about the clans nor will she ever have the intention to. She is a determined young female with lots of desires.
And then narrows out as you get further down:
And this is her den:
A mossy tree with an open bottom and a wider space through the tree. However she likes to sleep up in the tree tops a lot.
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Big eyes gloomed in the darkness of the treetops, the pupils wide and full. A soft sound of pawsteps along a mossy branch hovered above head of anyone below, stalking slowly. Kamala watched as birds fluttered in the undergrowth, and she wondered if she would be able to catch them; they were grouse. Her eyes shifted between the three birds, they were pecking at the ground. With outstretched claws and ears pinned back the female pounced from the tree and landed squarely on the back of the one male grouse. He squawked and fluttered his wings as the females ran away, peeping and squawking as loud as they could, alarming most animals nearby. Kamala instantly snapped the poor bird’s neck with her heavy weighted paws, crushing it with sheer force. Picking it up by the neck, the ocelot clambered back up the tree and into the lofty moss-cushioned branches.
“Bless this prey, thank you for it’s life,” she murmured quietly, taking part in her beliefs in blessing prey for their life before eating. As she nibbled on the bird, the young female watched the forest and river below her, a soft breeze blowing through her fur, making her think. If there were any cats nearby, she’d love to have her join them and follow her ways. She listened to the sounds of the quirrels and forest creatures hoping that out there was a cat or comrade to help her fulfil her dream; becoming the leader of a group.
“Bless this prey, thank you for it’s life,” she murmured quietly, taking part in her beliefs in blessing prey for their life before eating. As she nibbled on the bird, the young female watched the forest and river below her, a soft breeze blowing through her fur, making her think. If there were any cats nearby, she’d love to have her join them and follow her ways. She listened to the sounds of the quirrels and forest creatures hoping that out there was a cat or comrade to help her fulfil her dream; becoming the leader of a group.
(everyone or anyone is welcome to rp here with her)