Post by Espeon on Apr 19, 2013 12:23:40 GMT -5
The breeze by the marsh was cool and damp, ruffling Espeon’s fur as it blew. Espeon sat still by the reeds, watching them sway and thinking. It was her favorite place to go, somewhere she always knew she could be alone. Espeon was a small, battered looking Lynx. Her coat stuck out at different angles and there was a clump of dirt not yet washed out by the water. Her yellow eyes shone into the mist that had settled thickly around the swamp.
Espeon sighed. She knew she could only hide for a while before someone came looking for her. There were things that had to be done. Sometimes, she didn’t like being in a pride and the responsibilities that came with it. But being a loner was worse and she knew it. Besides, her fellow pride-mates were kind. She even had a few friends. Espeon hated the painful and awkward experiences of running into her father, who would just nod at her and quickly look away. She vowed that she would never have kits and bring that level of suffering on them. She wasn’t fit to be a mother anyway. She was better at hunting. It distracted her mind.
The wind play a soft melody as it whipped through the cattails. The sun slunk lower behind the hills and cast an orange glow on the land. It was Espeon’s favorite part of day, the way she was alone with the beauty of nature. She sat to enjoy it for a few minutes and then turned to leave.
As she left the marsh, she began to see cats from her pride. She forced herself to smile at each one, but didn’t stop to talk. She saw Guave, her father, in her tracks, and she spun around to go a different way. She had to get out. She had to go hunting. Espeon run to the outskirts of the territory as fast as possible. When, she stopped, she was far away from the camp and was so out of breath she didn’t have the energy to track the mouse that scrambled by. She sat on her haunches, panting, and waiting.