OOC: Oh gosh that's a lot! I get distracted VERY VERY easily so I can't write that much very often.
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Rouge a female 3 month old fox cub interacting with: Jeza and Seeha
Rouge said nothing as the Tigress picked her up. She was actually quite glad that Jeza had picked her up. She was tired from grieving for her mother, and just walking out of her den in order to find her had been quite a trek considering her legs were so short. As they arrived to what seemed to be there destination, Jeza seemed to be calling to someone. Rouge's gaze darted around, confused and she didn't notice the other fox until flames seemed to surround her, engulfing her and burning brightly. Rouge let out a small squeak of surprise, but clamped her jaws shut, eyes growing wide with horror as ice like flames surged beneath Jeza's paws and Jeza leaped into the air to avoid them. Was the fox attacking them? When Jeza set her down on the ground, Rouge at first had to fight the urge to run, but then as the fox started to make the noises that only a fox could make to comfort a cub, Rouge began to calm down a bit. Then as Jeza spoke, obviously explaining, Rouge's eyes took on a curious look. "Her mother like me? What does that mean? Is it because we're both foxes?" Shaking the questions out of her mind she looked up at Seeha as she spoke, "O-okay. T-thank you so m-m-much!" Rouge said, her amber eyes shining gratefully. She was starving, and at the thought of food all her previous fears about the fox vanished in an instant.
Frost, a female leopard interacting with Nala
Frost listened to Nala as she spoke, silently wishing she could reply. She would give her wings if she could just speak! But her tongue had been torn apart after a fight with an eagle that had tried to kill her. Some animals that had come across her had begun to call her 'Silence'. She liked the name, but preferred Frost. But those who didn't know her as Silence, most likely didn't know her name. So since she couldn't speak, Frost met Nala's gaze, trying to reassure her that she'd be alright. As it started raining, Frost looked up at the roof of the hollow as a drop of water landed on her nose. She glared up at it, tail swishing side to side in annoyance. What could she do for that? Frost glanced back at Nala once before heaving herself to her paws. She tried to reassure her with a flick of her tail that she'd come back, but wasn't sure if Nala could guess. Spreading her wings, she leaped out of the hollow, figuring out how to glide as the wind had picked up. She found nothing that could keep the rain out but she did find a squirrel sitting on a branch. Quickly, she dived down, her huge paws grabbing the surprised squirrel, and she quickly killed it. As she had hunted in the air for the first time, she lost her balance and began falling at a strange angle. Squirrel now in her mouth, she turned as quickly as she could, and flapped her wings landing lightly on the ground. Sighing with relief that she had just scraped her paws, she spread her wings again and took off towards the hollow. As she arrived, she set the squirrel down in front of Nala. She noticed that Nala hadn't sipped out any of the water from the wet moss she had gathered for her. Dragging it away and nudging the squirrel closer, she urged Nala to eat the squirrel. She was pushing the squirrel closer when a drop of water landed on her ear. Annoyed, Frost leaped up to where the dripping was coming from, and placed a paw on it in an effort to stop it from dripping. She removed her paw, expecting it to continue dripping, but instead it had.... frozen? Confused, Frost dropped to the ground again. Shaking her head she turned her attention back to Nala, what happened didn't matter, at least the water had stopped.
OOC: She can only freeze water, but she can't create ice or snow or anything like that.
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Peak a male lion interacting with:
Peak finished his meal, licking his chops and burped loudly. Then he slowly stood to his paws, and stretched. What a shame he'd have to leave the rest of his catch for scavengers, but he didn't want to sit here all day just guarding it until he felt ready to eat again. No, he wanted something to do! Peak let his large golden paws carry him away from his meal, and soon caught the scent of a tiger, mixed with the horrid scent of fish. His nose turned up in disgust, he hated fish and couldn't understand why anyone would want to eat them unless they were truly starved. But the other smell was that of a tiger, a female one at that. And tigers were strange, and so were females. Peak stopped outside her den, deciding he might as well investigate the fish scent that was blended with the tigress. "Hello there," he meowed confidently, "What a strange meal you have there," he meowed, his gaze darting to the fish. He quickly jerked it away though, deciding he would stick to things like deer.