The weather has taken a turn for the hot and dry and Trixie finds herself having to haul water from the river over to her makeshift veggie garden. It's long, hard work.
There is a leopard in the woods. He hears a lot of voices and decides to climb a tree until the others go away. Once he is in the tree, he can't help but notice that there is a very nice ray of sunlight that's shining on him, and there are birds around and the river smells nice and zzzzz.....
Don't mind him, he's a ways away, letting Trix do her thing, and doing a very good impression of a large spotted fur boa. Magic going on at Trixie's? Prolly. So long as there's not a lot of horrible doom going on, Zane'll sleep right through it. Or elephants. He'd probably wake up for elephants.
He might wake up for a demon, too. Those things smell awful. Not that he'd really be much help. Herd the twerpy children to safety maybe. Come back with some holy water in a supersoaker. Something.
There is a squirrel who is going to get a very nasty shock if it really thinks it's going to make it from that tree into this one by this particular route.
Zane is munching happily on the squirrel, doing his bit to weed stupidity out of the evolutionary gene pool, when he growls, scenting Trixie's blood very faintly. It's just a little, but he's awake now and decides to move to a closer tree. You know, just in case.
And 'lo! There is Trixie, talking with two young ladies and Taskmaster. She's almost healed up, it wasn't a big injury at all. She knows that Zane's here, she's known since he came onto her land.
He figures, but he doesn't want to butt in on business. Something about a bowl of water is all he got. His leopard form can understand English perfectly well, but it's a lot harder to pay attention when everything smells and sounds as important to his ears as people. Like that other squirrel there. Maybe if he's reeeeally still, it'll come closer.
When the kids go off, Zane makes his way down the tree. He does this on the other side of the tree because no matter how graceful a cat is, descending a tree lacks dignity. Then there is a very big kitty bounding into the camp site. He leaps over the dogs, flashing a very teasing tail at them, and with a great jump, makes the roof of the wagon and roars his claim on it. 'Look how HIGH I am! :D'
Someone had two shots of espresso before shifting into cat form. Wheee!
The dogs wuffle and barely blink, they're used to this, while Trixie whoops and cackles with laughter. "Get on down from there, you great big dork. What the hell's bells are ya doin'? C'mere and sit a spell, ya?"
A growly affirmative noise is made, which gives Trixie fair warning before she's bowled into full-tilt by a big, enthusiastic ball of fur. He's got grey fur on him...coyote? Jackal? Jackal. He murrs and growls and may possibly be telling her all about it, but leopard mouths aren't very good for talking.
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There is a squirrel who is going to get a very nasty shock if it really thinks it's going to make it from that tree into this one by this particular route.
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((That icon is love.))
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Zane is munching happily on the squirrel, doing his bit to weed stupidity out of the evolutionary gene pool, when he growls, scenting Trixie's blood very faintly. It's just a little, but he's awake now and decides to move to a closer tree. You know, just in case.
((pretty kitty! :3))
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Someone had two shots of espresso before shifting into cat form. Wheee!
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