Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161216002856/@comment-27140893-20161218025810

The tiny shecat leapt off the branch, dropping onto the soft grass with a quiet thud. She licked her fur off in vain before bounding through the trees swiftly and hurriedly. If Liontooth wouldn't show up, she had to get back to the moor before she was seen missing. Or ever worse, caught off territory. But - look - there was a tiny yellow flower bud that caused her to pasue mid-stride and observe. How cute!