LOOKOUT! (Renn)

[taran]

[bg=black][atrb=width,100,true] Taran The wetlands. Thhey were not a place the lion would normally find himself, being that he himself wasn't much for getting wet. Today, however, he felt it necissary. As the land belongig mostly to the slaves and lower class of the Felines it was also the easiest to infiltrate, and to keep the borders clear of horses and wolves it was necissary to patrol the grounds. In all honesty the massive male was much more fond of the deadlands, where he had met the extrraordinary feline Paxx and the lioness whose name escaped him. The hot, dry climate was just what he was used to, and despite the lack of food he managed well. His tawny gold coat shone with health and his dark brown mane only strengthened that fact. Taran, unlike most males of his species, was a 'go getter'. He did not rely on others to hunt for him, and though he craved the social structure of a Pride, he would never be the laxy brute the other Felines assumed him to be. Above all it was that stereotype that enraged the lion, the thought that he had to be no good because of his looks and breeding. To prove himself was why he was here, and as he pulled self up a rather steep inclined, he had to remind himself of this. The ground was mucky, and his legs were covered in grime from where he'd slipped off the bank of few times. Claws were slick with mud, and he was finding it hard to pull himself up the hillside. Below him was a fast moving river, one that would be hard to escape if he fell. Strong limbed, the feline would likely succeed in his endevor, and had little to worry about. OOC;; sorry its so short I g2g will reply tomorrow ^^

[Renn]

It was not uncommon to find a certain huntress in the wetlands. This feline was not a stranger to her home and birth place. This cat was made to rough and tough in the wetlands, and she was proud of it.
Renn, the female jaguar huntress that called this land her home. If it wasn't for the political right of her chief Loki to call this his territory, she would claim its land. This feline knew every rock that grew moss on it in this place, and she was perfectly adapted for it as well. Sharp claws that dug into dirt and tree, eyes that could see straight through the dark black nights, and a thick coat that kept her warm.
Being cold did not bother this feline, for it was a reminder to work harder, hunt faster, and be the Jaguar she knew she was. This cat took so much pride in herself, that she could sometimes fall in love with her reflection. However, this cat did not have to do that, for she had other affairs, affairs with a certain, chief by the name Loki.
Even a chief with a powerful Oracle could not tame this feline however, for even though the castle was warm and welcome to her; she still felt more at home in this wet landscape.
Renn found herself one extremely damp and rainy afternoon, attempting to sunbath herself on an exposed tree branch in the rays of the sun. Her coat was wet from the night before. The thick heavy rains that fell caused an unhappy kitten. This cat, however strong and brave, did not like the rain, nor too much water. She lay hung above the wetland grounds high in a tree, with her front left limb dangling from the branch. Her tail lay off the branch as well, moving from side to side as if listening to a catchy tune.
The cat's tree lay above and up top a hillside, hills were not too common in the wetlands, and were littered with trees, and streams tended to flow between them. These hills were natural however, the thick rivers carving away at the earth, creating hills with deep rivers.
The cats eyes remained closed, for she rested from a night full of hunting. Her stomach was full, and she was a happy kitten, sun bathing and relaxing the day away; nothing could go wrong in her eyes.

[taran]

[bg=black][atrb=width,100,true] Taran OOC;; Underway