Pha'Ess was on the outskirts of the forest, for once not being lazy, but instead trying to work off some of her flab. She'd had a recent epiphany of sorts, and decided that it was significantly easier to get around trees when your own flab wasn't trying to trip you up. And so the brown-furred leopard was gambolling about like she was some kind of cub. She didn't feel the need to hunt; that would be somewhat counterproductive after all, so the only other alternative was 'dancing'. She was flying about the trees without touching the ground, incoporating twists and turns as she did so. It really had been a long time since she'd done this - moves she'd once done effortlessly made her struggle.
She was distracted from this routine however, when the faintest flash of really pink fur began to show in the grass. She dropped the floor, a fey-like grin on her face. She did like playing the weird groundling.
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Tulsa grumbled under his breath, ears high and pricked to danger. He'd heard rumors of some kind of pride in the forest that was beginning to loom instead of glimmer on the horizon. The mass of dark trees had evolved into discernable trunks though not yet leaves as they continued to approach. Usually they stayed away from any kind of prideland - rogue lions who dissaproved were bad enough, but most prides had strict viewpoints on gender issues. The maneless male grumbled, claws extending and scrunching the dirt almost without thought. Sighing he looked to his sister beside him and smiled. This time would be different.
"Almost there, Kulwa."
She was distracted from this routine however, when the faintest flash of really pink fur began to show in the grass. She dropped the floor, a fey-like grin on her face. She did like playing the weird groundling.
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Tulsa grumbled under his breath, ears high and pricked to danger. He'd heard rumors of some kind of pride in the forest that was beginning to loom instead of glimmer on the horizon. The mass of dark trees had evolved into discernable trunks though not yet leaves as they continued to approach. Usually they stayed away from any kind of prideland - rogue lions who dissaproved were bad enough, but most prides had strict viewpoints on gender issues. The maneless male grumbled, claws extending and scrunching the dirt almost without thought. Sighing he looked to his sister beside him and smiled. This time would be different.
"Almost there, Kulwa."