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"They are looking for me to kill me. I came running for a very long time running away from them and they still on a hunt for me." She said looking at shadow. "I'm very afriad shadow, i'm not ready to die yet." She said in a really low voice
Sandy starts to look for White Paw. "White Paw where are you?" She starts to yell.
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"Hunters, they want to kill me for me bing in their village I have came running away from them I don't know if I can run some more. I really need help, please shadow help me." She had a little swore on her back left paw she got a scrath from the bulliet that passed right beside her she can't hardly even stand anymore she started to sit and lays down with a sad face.
Sandy saw her and ran to her. "Hey shadow had just despeair I really don't know to where but oh well." She said turning her head sideway.
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Sasha lingered in the grass observing the carnage of a pack of wolves hunting. It was nothing like waiting the group-minded morons circle and ambush a deer or two. She lowered on her belly to make full use of her ginger and white colouring with midnight strips across her back and arms. She aimed her green eyes along the grass in search of something for herself to eat: she wasn't in the mood to risk her hide to steal a pack of wolves' dinner. She was big enough to take on one wolf, maybe to, but not the amount that was there.
Of course she then spotted a sheep, likely an escapy from a nearby ranch. Sasha's tail wadded wildly with excitement as the sheep dumbly walked closer to Sasha, closer... Until Sasha leapt from her position in the grass on her powerful hindlegs and landed on the sheep, her sharp claws retracting out of her large paws and clamping hard into the sheep's neck. The sheep didn't have anytime to react as Sasha dug her sharp teeth into the creature and felt it die within her jaws. Of course she then feasted happily on the sheep, eyeing the wolves as she did so, the blood of the sheep staining her face. A good feeling indeed. Name: Sasha Gender: Female Breed: Siberian Race: Tiger Age: 3 years, 3 months Apearance: ![]() Personality: Evasive, swift, cunning, loner. What did you expect from a 270lbs kitty? |