Post by topaz on Oct 2, 2009 7:08:22 GMT -5
ooc;; Open to all cats in PineClan :]
The days became more orange, red and brown. Those colors of leaf-fall always made Pantherfoot paint an image of squirrels looking around for nuts. And squirrels were nuts. His black paws were patting on the earth as he walked slowly looking for a prey. The sun had lifted up from the horizon and glad that it had because it was pretty chilly.
The black fur that laid flat on his back began to awake from their sleep as he spotted a mouse. Slowly changing the theme into a ¡®quiet¡¯ scene, the tom moved forward for the mouse. And here's the action move; pounce.
He felt his ego rising up from beneath as if it was cursed for a long time. Did this mean that he didn't do anything good to have pride about? Ptah! Meh can 'et a mouse wheneveh I wanna. I won't even miss et. He thougth to himself to only make the 'Pantherfoot's Satisfaction factory' get working.
When he was alone and the atmosphere was quiet, he would dig deep into thoughts and will always need help from someone to get back out. The black feline thought real hard about the mouse he had just caught. Doez 'teh 'mose hava famileh? Some mouthz ta feed? Cuz if it did then boo hoo fore 'em. The yellow eyes that lay far from the mouth was trying hard to see the mouse that was dangling from his jaws. And came along the wild imagination from the great Pantherfoot. He just can¡¯t live without it. What if the preys we eat have Clanz like catz? Thet will be vurry intehesting to know. He kept on thinking¡¦.and thinking.
The days became more orange, red and brown. Those colors of leaf-fall always made Pantherfoot paint an image of squirrels looking around for nuts. And squirrels were nuts. His black paws were patting on the earth as he walked slowly looking for a prey. The sun had lifted up from the horizon and glad that it had because it was pretty chilly.
The black fur that laid flat on his back began to awake from their sleep as he spotted a mouse. Slowly changing the theme into a ¡®quiet¡¯ scene, the tom moved forward for the mouse. And here's the action move; pounce.
He felt his ego rising up from beneath as if it was cursed for a long time. Did this mean that he didn't do anything good to have pride about? Ptah! Meh can 'et a mouse wheneveh I wanna. I won't even miss et. He thougth to himself to only make the 'Pantherfoot's Satisfaction factory' get working.
When he was alone and the atmosphere was quiet, he would dig deep into thoughts and will always need help from someone to get back out. The black feline thought real hard about the mouse he had just caught. Doez 'teh 'mose hava famileh? Some mouthz ta feed? Cuz if it did then boo hoo fore 'em. The yellow eyes that lay far from the mouth was trying hard to see the mouse that was dangling from his jaws. And came along the wild imagination from the great Pantherfoot. He just can¡¯t live without it. What if the preys we eat have Clanz like catz? Thet will be vurry intehesting to know. He kept on thinking¡¦.and thinking.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp