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Post by azcomet on Apr 16, 2023 16:59:32 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] Strength Forests were Briar’s preferred terrain, without a doubt. Over her moons of traveling, that had become quite clear to the she-cat. The moors were too open, making her feel more vulnerable than she was comfortable feeling. She couldn’t stand swimming, rendering the other land nearby useless to her. The marshes? She would pass on eternally muddy paws, thank you very much.
Yes, the forest was perfect for Briar. The lightly muscled she-cat was able to use her build to its full potential here–hauling herself up the many trees whenever the situation called for it. Which is exactly what she was doing at the moment, chasing a squirrel up into the tree canopy after failing to finish the creature on the ground.
She made quick work of the rodent, holding it in her jaws after it stopped moving. The lithe she-cat dropped back to the ground easily, dropping the creature for a moment to regain her composure. It was after she dropped the squirrel that she noticed the odd scent in the air.
Was that another cat?
Briar felt her multi-colored pelt bristle, tail beginning to lash as well.
“Who’s there?” The she-cat had learned that many of the cats she encountered did not mean well. She wouldn’t be taking any chances here.
meet ugly
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