Two Left Feet (Sombra/Amoux)
Jul 1, 2012 21:45:23 GMT -5
Post by Corvus-Lupus on Jul 1, 2012 21:45:23 GMT -5
((Hmm... Lame title much?))
So far, life had been far less grand then she had expected it to be when she first opened her eyes onto this world. Her short legs made her clumsy, and she was forever tripping over or bumping into things. The dark pelted feline had made herself a basic nest in a flat area not far from the tree that had given her forth. The short grass was less likely to hide roots, although she still managed to find every single stone or pebble that lived in the area.
She was currently nursing her most recent incident, a stubbed paw, with grumbles and mutterings, when a rustle in the grass silenced her. Her ruby eyes narrowed, and she watched as a small rodent poked it's nose through the dried leaves. Hurt forgotten, she pounced, missing her prey as it bolted away, and soon she was chasing it, running flat out as she tried to keep up with its dodges and turns. So focused was she, that she didn't even hear the trickling of water, not until it was too late.
The rodent darted away from a sandy strip of land, and as she tried to turn, she felt her hindpaws sliding the wrong direction. She gave a surprised yelp, before she tumbled over the edge. She kicked off the bottom, coughing as she broke the surface, paws and tail flailing wildly as she tried to right herself in a completely unknown element. The current dragged her under, and she kicked once again, letting loose another yelp as she broke the surface.
So far, life had been far less grand then she had expected it to be when she first opened her eyes onto this world. Her short legs made her clumsy, and she was forever tripping over or bumping into things. The dark pelted feline had made herself a basic nest in a flat area not far from the tree that had given her forth. The short grass was less likely to hide roots, although she still managed to find every single stone or pebble that lived in the area.
She was currently nursing her most recent incident, a stubbed paw, with grumbles and mutterings, when a rustle in the grass silenced her. Her ruby eyes narrowed, and she watched as a small rodent poked it's nose through the dried leaves. Hurt forgotten, she pounced, missing her prey as it bolted away, and soon she was chasing it, running flat out as she tried to keep up with its dodges and turns. So focused was she, that she didn't even hear the trickling of water, not until it was too late.
The rodent darted away from a sandy strip of land, and as she tried to turn, she felt her hindpaws sliding the wrong direction. She gave a surprised yelp, before she tumbled over the edge. She kicked off the bottom, coughing as she broke the surface, paws and tail flailing wildly as she tried to right herself in a completely unknown element. The current dragged her under, and she kicked once again, letting loose another yelp as she broke the surface.