Trouble {open}

[darkheart]

A dim shadow paced restlessly along the shore, drawing a steady trail of pawprints behind its presence, leaving the air awashed in its faint scent of raspberries and recently-caught rabbit. It moved quiet clumsily, the paws stumbling and tripping together like a messy array of clattering rocks. The shape held the acute appearance of a sleekly refined, yet slightly plump felid, with wiry muscled immersed in a pelt of deep black and brown that reflected the faint light cast from the sun. Misery trotted forward, her large paws dragging across the earth and leaving swirls of dust to fan out behind her.

Misery was bored, plain and simple. She cried out in frustration and wished she had another cat around to torment. She lashed her fiery tail around and looked around for someone, anyone. Here kitty kitty kitty...heh. She mumbled, looking around more carefully. "There's got to be one around here somewhere..."

[//Cindy// l u n a]

"Bored, are we?" A low voice sounded from a strange place. Darkheart was perched in a tree, his hind paws tucked neatly underneath him and his foreclaws out and grasping the rough bark. He was small and light, a good mixture for climbing trees. And being above the ground was fun - Darkheart enjoyed watching cats go by, observing his warriors in secret. They didn't know of his habit, of course; it was so he could see who was constantly on their toes. It was also useful for detecting unwelcome visitors. This dark hued she-cat was a perfect example. Instead of jumping from the tree, Darkheart simply watched the other feline with his brilliant emerald pools.