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Amira: Amy
Muroki: TheWhisterlify
Delano: DGFone
Mjuvi: TheWhistlerify
Kosa: Amy
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Amira was beginning to get bored. It was understandable; nothing but grass and trees and rocks and her own thoughts. Although, there had been a rather conversational mother leopard she passed earlier that afternoon who told her that a herd of antelope had moved west. Which was interesting Amira thought, as it was the direction back to Tambara, her homeland – though she judged that it would take about half a full moon to get back from her location, as she had passed through the Northern Jungle on her last departure from the Tambara.
She knew she’d have to follow food, so West she went. It was just a shame there was nobody else to talk to. Amira wasn’t ungrateful for the time alone; she had visited the small pride beyond the Northern Jungle a moon ago, sending regards from the Tambara and to socialise. Still, she thought, a bit of company never does me any harm. For now though, she had to keep preoccupied otherwise following those antelope would become tedious, and there was no sign of them yet. The occasional ant hill along her way provided some entertainment. She’d change the path of the marching ants with her paw and watch how they’d manage the situation. She always wondered how they were able to adapt so quickly.
As she moved on across the plains, she began to notice the tracks left by the antelope. They were near. Relieved that the leopardess was right, she pushed on. The heat of the day would have tired the antelope, and they wouldn’t see her cream coat against the lighter grass. The wind was in her favour; everything was pointing to a successful hunt.
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The crunch of antelope bones was a satisfying sound to Kosa. It was a reward of a successful hunt. Not everyone enjoyed the kill; but she did. Not in a cruel, twisted way as some of her former pride did, but she knew she was a good huntress. She worried, when she left a couple of moons ago, that her grey fur would not fare well against the more luscious areas she passed through compared the mountainous and fairly barren areas she grew up in; but it was a wonder what a good knowledge of how these creates work does.
She could not enjoy her kill for long. The panic of it being taken by a larger creature kicked in, and soon she was spending more time staring madly over her shoulder than trying to eat. Kosa had learnt the error of her ways with not paying attention, especially with cheetahs and hyeans, both of which were bigger than her and capable of harm. She positioned her adolescent form upon a rock beneath a low hanging tree, offering her shade after the exhaustion. She had been successful on every hunt. Kosa allowed herself to smile, and they said a lone hunter never succeeds for long.