LEOPARDSHARK
kill them with success and bury them with a smile
LEOPARD, -- 8 moons / loner - shipyard cat
-- warm chocolate spotted tabby tom with green eyes and low white
-- sassy, intelligent, charming, cunning with a rather large ego
Tagging epimetheus
One would dare to wonder why such a young soul had been traversing the terrain alone. The visibility of a dull pelt and his slender, lanky frame indicated that he had been without prey for some time. His ears pinned to his cranium, the sign of agitation growing within him. All he wanted was a place to rest his paws. Time after time, rogues had fought him for his resting place and he could barely fight anymore. His energetic soul had dimmed to this shell of a cat. Paws dragged along the ground, crimson caking the hues of warm ivory - from the looks of it, his own. The felidae felt heavy, his whole body dragging as he stepped. One could see the misfortune that had been bestowed upon the crown. Heavy was the crown.
Leopard, as he was properly named, managed to find the strength to look up on the horizon. The shipyard. He had heard whispers of cats living there. Those that were hesitant towards outsiders, but wouldn't harm him. The place he sought to rest his head. A smile curls his lips weakly as his eyes roll back and he collapsed on the ground. His breath still present, the sound of a soft snore another hint that he was still alive. His exhaustion evident on his pelt, his eyes were sunken, his poor paws scraped up. The hunger haunted his dreams, the scent of prey a distant memory.
Any cat that tried to wake him up would find it very difficult to do so. The leopard-like cat's body finally have caved to its needs. The pull of slumber and rest had won, dragging him into REM sleep easily. Barely a twitch came from Leopard as he slept, not a choice he would have made - especially out in the open.
Leopard, as he was properly named, managed to find the strength to look up on the horizon. The shipyard. He had heard whispers of cats living there. Those that were hesitant towards outsiders, but wouldn't harm him. The place he sought to rest his head. A smile curls his lips weakly as his eyes roll back and he collapsed on the ground. His breath still present, the sound of a soft snore another hint that he was still alive. His exhaustion evident on his pelt, his eyes were sunken, his poor paws scraped up. The hunger haunted his dreams, the scent of prey a distant memory.
Any cat that tried to wake him up would find it very difficult to do so. The leopard-like cat's body finally have caved to its needs. The pull of slumber and rest had won, dragging him into REM sleep easily. Barely a twitch came from Leopard as he slept, not a choice he would have made - especially out in the open.