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[size=7pt](I'll continue seeing as . S w i f t y ♥. did not respond yet)

Fawncry's lips curled over her teeth and her large ears automatically drew back as she caught the scent, a low growl started at the base of her throat. It was a strange, new scent which reminded her of the desert coyotes which prowled the sands looking for crow-food, yet there was so much cat in it. It made the hairs on her spine rise, the black she-cat, however, walked on as if the scent which hung in the air was not there. With every step, new smells mingled in, giving the idea of a camp nearby, inhabited by what kind of creatures? Fawncry thought.

Just as thoughts of turning back formed in her mind, she saw the outline of two cat-like animals with a pair of perked ears against the sun. But the size! She has heard stories of big cats and has even observed mountain lions in her time but she had absolutely no desire to meet them. Still, she walked on. There will be no turning back now.

In a few dozen pawsteps they were only a fox-length away.[/size]

[font=times new roman][size=9pt](@Pσσkคhgคze- Tattoo- Not at all. :-*)
The she-cat glared at the two odd felines. Their dusty, matted pelts stank of blood and flesh, scattered grind bones serving as proof of recent fresh-kill. Or crow-food. Her bi-colored eyes narrowed over slitted pupils, a sharp hiss escaped her throat, "Watch your tongue," she muttered under her breath, flexing her paws, muscle rippled under the layer of fur sleek with sweat. She dared not say more, deciding that she still valued her life, as pitiful as it was at this time- instead she observed the felines. The larger one, black spots dispersed from its spine, scattering over a sandy colored pelt, similar to that of her own and a face marked with two black streaks, muzzle smeared with fresh red, a hateful expression cast upon it.

The rust colored cat beside her seemed as loathsome, its black lips parted showing a row of sharp, yellowed teeth, its tail lashed making a cloud of sand rise up behind. Beads of sweat formed on its dark eyebrows and ran down its neck. Fawncry could have thought of the cat as flame colored but it seemed more like a fire faded to a sliver of earthly auburn blaze. Both had peculiar ears set upon their large skulled heads. A pair of large, plate-like ones and a pair with brush tips Fawncry remarked.

If she herself might have been of a height close to that of the smaller feline, the black she-cat seemed petite in comparison. Fawncry's head throbbed, her sides heaved with the effort to breath and her throat seemed as dry and rough as the sand surrounding them which rose and fell with each passing wind. The dunes perpetually shifted, light almost white grains of sand mixing with darker, earthsome orange, and it almost seemed as if the two cats were formed from it, the two shades of sandy brown.[/size]

"I can hunt for myself." Fawncry rasped, "And if-" she broke up with an abrupt cough.

The sand rose ever so slightly, catching wind, enough to make her eyes sting from the tiny granules. Her fur ruffled from a sudden gust of air which forced the top layer of the dunes to blow off around them, it might just be the beginning of a sand storm. The sun was languidly moving down as if it, too, wanted to escape the upcoming storm. How much time has passed? An hour, two? Her senses were beginning to get mingled from the heat and thirst. A sole little desert snake glided silently over the sand a few tail-lengths away, leaving wavy tracks which were instantly covered by more layers.

"Listen," Fawncry meowed, "You will either take me to your camp.." Here, she once again broke off, "..Or I will soon be as good a crow-food out here,..or more like vulture-food"

But these cats, what do they care? Anyway, she was probably more useful to them dead than alive.

(So there are dogs too? Didn't expect that. xD If you mean on this thread, well, I see we're in different timezones so..whenever I get the chance.)

"Huh?" The she-cat was mildly surprised to hear the cat talk to her, "Nowhere really, I...wander from place to place and-" Wind gushed against her ears and flattened her long whiskers against her muzzle, "I, I prefer the name Fawncry although...although I have been given many titles." She had to speak up over the howl of the desert sand-filled wind and her words came out in intervals, "And you, what are you known as?" She absently realized that her legs were shaking from exhaustion but walked on, refusing to give in to weakness.

Although she was a desert cat by blood, she spent most of her life away from it and yet, she had a priority in her body shape and acute senses. As well as a more enduring stamina which is the reason she still had power to stay alive after all these days in the barren land.