Spots, Stripes and Everything Bites*~ [SL+][OPEN]

[&&ANGEL]

Deep, dark and cold... The forest is a dangerous place. Home to wild cats big and small. The ground underfoot is cold and damp to the touch while nights pour rain. wide-spread treetops cover the sky, making it almost impossible to see that familiar blue shade that covers us all. A beautiful place this jungle is, yet I did say it was pretty dangerous. Lets see how dangerous it really is...

• You can play as any big cat [Tigers, Lions, Jaguars etc.]
  
• Natural colors only please [golden pelt, black stripes, black spots etc.]
  
• The setting can be pretty much anywhere [prefer it be in the forest/jungle]
  
• Don't go all out with proportions and such [No: Jumboriffic muscles, etc.]
  
• Just start with a paragraph
  
• Follow all Roleplay Rules
  
• Have fun. ^^
  

I'll start when someone make the first post [may change if I'm forced into it. xP]

[▐ MONARCHY ♥]

* kalina

A small whimper came from the mountain lion, her fur getting soaked through. Yes, if you were curious it was cold, and it was rainy. Rainy! She couldn't stand it. Everything was wet, and everytime she put her paws on the ground a sploshing noise happened annoying the hell out of her. She shook her fur, trying to make the water slide off of it, but no, no no no - she just had to be the one to have the coat that soaked everything in. All the water that hit her absorbed into her, it was like she was a dam sponge - which she was't for heaven's sake! She was a lion not a bright yellow thing that helps you clean dishes.

"Why me?"

she whimpered under her breath, before running forward faster, trying to find a dry spot. She was far from the mountains, seeing as she had wandered down them and happened to get lost inside of the jungle. Lucky, lucky Kalina. No matter how many of her attempts she couldn't find a dry spot, so what did she do? She sat down in the puddle she was standing in, and began to cry lightly.[/blockquote]

! IM A HOT TOPIC

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[&&ANGEL]

Deina scrambled forward, coming to that familiar crying sound that seemed to draw her ever so forward. She couldn't resist. Being as happy as a clam this very morning, she was quite delighted to share her joy with another. Yet, this self-less act couldn't go without a bit of fun now could it?

Settling her eyes upon the bright yellow lioness, she gave a simple purr, quickly padding up to the strange phenominom before resting herself upon the streatched branch hanging above her. "Why, Hello there. I see your eyes are as soaking wet as your pelt." She purred, lashing her tail back and forth. Dei was much smaller than the young lion seeing that she was much younger. She was nearly a kit and didn't know better but to approch the dangerous beast. She hand no worries for sure.

Her own pelt was sleek and plastered against her sides. The water fromt he previous rain was slowly sliding off the smooth surface and it kept her quite content, compared to the stranger's pelt that was definately not built for the rainforest. Just as well, Deina blended in perfect with her pitch black pelt and all. Literally, the only things that were easily visible were her deep golden eyes that danced with joy and amusement.

[▐ MONARCHY ♥]

* kalina

The little lion whimpered, still standing in the rain. It was coming down harder now, blurring her already blurred vision - making her cry even more. Kali wanted her mom, badly. Her mom would help her, but she was in themountain with her father - who happened to the the top lion on the mountain. Kalina is spoiled, that's simple - so she's used to getting her way, and now that she wants out, but can't get it - she's mad, and upset.

A sound. A movement. Blackness. The moon still shone off of everything else, making it sparkle and glisten - but in front of her it was black, pure blackness. An abyss. She blinked her light brown eyes, the eyes that matched her coat. The coat that was formed and painted for the mountains, the dark brown and grey mountains where she was from. The thought of the mountains made her cry more. Out of distress she lashed out at the intruder, her claws unsheathed - not caring if she hit anything. "Oh go away! I'm cold, I'm hungry, and I'm wet! Just leave me alone!" she screamed, her voice coming out in the roar she used on a daily basis. Strong, and bold - though she didn't feel like it. If your hearing was fine, you could hear the whiney edge on her voice.