PLOT:
It is sometime in the distant future. Humans have destroyed everything with their nuclear warfare...even themselves. This story takes place in decimated and barren Africa, where the desert has new dangers, including radiation, toxic clouds, extreme temperatures, and a severe lack of food and water for all animals...or what's left of them. A group of felines, mutated to survive this harsh wasteland over the years, meet and decide to search for a rumored paradise, but what waits for them there is nothing they'd ever expect...
Players:
SnowyCheetah and Zorayda
Characters:
Eeve- Zorayda
Kobi- Zorayda
Taraji- Zorayda
Snowy-SnowyCheetah
Tabasamu- SnowyCheetah
Nyeusi- SnowyCheetah
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It's not fair. Why was it that whenever she encountered an animal suitable for prey, it always got away or took every effort to take down?
The adolescent lioness's natural bioluminescence gave the sands under her an eerie green glow, lighting her way to see the path to her prey. The light cast shadows in sharp relief across her bony features, underlining the ribs that stuck out from her sides and the ridged spine and hips that protruded from her back and rump.
She'd been following the footsteps of the gazelle that had gotten away from her, though she'd injured it. Her tawny fur and mandarin irises were alight with the glow of her body in spots and streaks--an ability she'd gained due to the terrible nuclear apocalypse that had occurred all those many years ago. Something that helped her to see in the darkness...but because of that, she was also a beacon to other unwelcome strangers, even if they were extremely few and far between.
Eeve's hardened paw pads danced silently across the tainted desert sand swiftly as she half-ran, half-trotted to catch up to her hard-earned prey. The freezing weather, temporary and only available during the darkness, caused her slightly labored breaths to puff out in a small vapor cloud in front of her face, making her pink nose paler and numb to smells. It had been a few hours since she could catch the scent of the gazelle...
She continued her journey, her figure lonely in the expanse of the once-lush desert of the African plain.
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A small figure cowered in the old bomb shelter, shivering from the freezing temperature to fluff out her white fur. But the white was rapidly turning colors, an ocean of swimming shades that shimmered across it as the little feline seemingly disappeared into the background.
As the hulking figure of the striped hyena passed by, it snarled in frustration when it discovered that the little snow leopard had seemingly escaped. It yipped angrily and stalked off in search for other prey. The little female let out a huge sigh of relief before letting her fur go back to its normal color. She stood up and exited the rusted shelter, shaking out her fur and fluffing it so her body heat remained trapped against her skin. She gave her long, luscious tail a flick before stepping in a few circles and settling down, watchful for any movement around her.