Feral Heart

I know it's been a few days since you posted, but I'd be willing to start a forum rp with you if you're still interested.  What are your interests?

((Is this rp dead? I would very much like to join if it's not.))

"Indeed.  I would like to know if you 'buddies' stay together, and by the looks of that rabbit, you probably will.  When winter does come, deer are harder to find, most animals hide, the wolf will get hungry.  And she'll have a snack within reach at all times.  Tell me, Scotch, was it? Tell me how you are able to trust a wolf so easily.  They are smart and cunning, this may be just a trick into keeping you around until she's hungry.   After all, there's nothing like a fresh kill to satisfy the stomach."  A half-smile set on her face as she looked down at them, her blue eyes locking onto the rabbit with an intense stare.

((Thank you!!))

A small mountain lion looked down at the forest floor from a thick tree branch on which she perched.  She had just witnessed the owl's hunt, and a scowl crossed her face.  That rabbit was hers.  She looked over the chipmunk with mild interest.  It was too small to satisfy her hunger.  Zarya stood on the branch, balancing quite well thanks to her long tail, and stretched her back.  A yawn ripped through her maw and she crouched on the branch once more.  With a small leap, she landed to the ground with a thud.  A pink tongue rasped over her paw as she sat up to clean herself.  

Satisfied with her bathing, Zarya slinked past the tree where the chipmunk had went, past the rock where a wolf's scent still lingered, and paused at the treeline.  She gazed into the meadow with longing.  There were a few deer here, but she would not risk trying to take one down now.  Her hunger would take no more than a few rabbits to be subdued, anyway.  She was crouched down, waiting until she pinpointed exactly where she should pounce, when she heard a scuttling of the leaves near her.  Small ears pricked and alert, she sniffed the air and let a small smirk play across her face.  Porcupine.  Oh, how long it had been since she had eaten a porcupine.  Turning her attention away from the meadow, Zarya stalked towards her prey.  When it came into sight, she froze, then pounced.  

Using her massive paws, she was able to flip the porcupine over and slice into its exposed stomach with hook-like claws.  She dipped her head and said a quick thanks to the porcupine.  Her mother had taught her to always respect the prey, for it had fed her and kept her alive.  She picked carefully around the quills, and soon, there was barely anything left of the porcupine.  Zarya licked her chops hastily and padded down the trail to the less occupied creek.  She stretched out on a rock and let the sun shine down on her.