Post by seanian on Jun 11, 2008 23:28:16 GMT -5
The long limbed she cat stood on the edge of the lands, she'd been tired of fighting the rogues and outcasts for a piece of kill and not knowing each night where she would sleep and what she'd wake up to. Long ago her clan had been strong and she had been a princess among royalty, now it was time to take that back. She raised her noble head up and cast her eyes across the lands, the dying light of day showed her the empty marshlands that spread across the way. No scent of another clung to the land and the determined ocelot was planning on making sure no other scent but her clan's was to be caught on the breeze, but the view of where she'd chosen was obvious that there wouldn't be many who'd wish to .
She threw her forelegs up on the tree she'd paused by, digging her claws into the bark as she stretched out, her toned muscles drawn taunt as her claws left scores down the tree. The ground here wasn't as soft as the lands farther into the territory, but she had no problem with getting her paws wet. A grim smirk lit her lips as she pressed against the tree and moved on across the marshlands, brushing against the shrugs and scenting the outskirts of her lands.
Already she'd found the camp for the clan, brambles and thistle thickets overgrown around a general clearing. The ground there was surprisingly firm with an cave she'd happened upon that opens up into a large central unit and rambling tunnels to many smaller rooms. She'd already chosen out where the Shaman's den would be as well as the royalty and the Ambassador. The outer camp had two large areas where the Changelings, Guardians and Warriors would nest, the higher their ranking she'd decided that they would advance to cavern dens. If things were going well she should have the place set up in no time.
After scenting and marking the borders the pale pelted ocelot with the deep maroon rosettes made her way to the camp to survey the area. Content with the work done in the place she nodded to herself and purred with satisfaction. Throwing back her head she let our a caterwaul for the rest of the rogues and outcasts to hear. They could come and join or stay away, but now they knew where she'd claimed home.
She threw her forelegs up on the tree she'd paused by, digging her claws into the bark as she stretched out, her toned muscles drawn taunt as her claws left scores down the tree. The ground here wasn't as soft as the lands farther into the territory, but she had no problem with getting her paws wet. A grim smirk lit her lips as she pressed against the tree and moved on across the marshlands, brushing against the shrugs and scenting the outskirts of her lands.
Already she'd found the camp for the clan, brambles and thistle thickets overgrown around a general clearing. The ground there was surprisingly firm with an cave she'd happened upon that opens up into a large central unit and rambling tunnels to many smaller rooms. She'd already chosen out where the Shaman's den would be as well as the royalty and the Ambassador. The outer camp had two large areas where the Changelings, Guardians and Warriors would nest, the higher their ranking she'd decided that they would advance to cavern dens. If things were going well she should have the place set up in no time.
After scenting and marking the borders the pale pelted ocelot with the deep maroon rosettes made her way to the camp to survey the area. Content with the work done in the place she nodded to herself and purred with satisfaction. Throwing back her head she let our a caterwaul for the rest of the rogues and outcasts to hear. They could come and join or stay away, but now they knew where she'd claimed home.