Post by Foxy on Jun 30, 2011 11:05:17 GMT -5
.::Foxy::.
Foxy slinked around her new home. Her territory. She was very territorial when it came to new homes. She glared around the area and gave a evil grin. "This place is perfect." She mewed to herself. And it was.
The dark trees covered the sunlight and the ground you could bariliy see your paws. But it was sometimes troubleing consittering that you where living in swamp. Frogs leaped into the black, murky waters when ever she silenlty stepped past. No birds dare to chirp here. But there seemed to be prey everywhere! In the trees, in the water, under ground!! Why was it so silent? But it didn't really bother Foxy. She liked the silence. It reminded her of Death. Death was her friend. Blood and claws was all that matter in her world and nobody bette not say diffrent.
She sniffed around some of the trees. Black as coal. She went under some of their exposed roots but non seemed to fit her best. But then accross the swamp she spotted something. A huge dead tree reached for the dark sky. Its roots opend up into a giant tunnel and the bark was crawling with ants. Foxy could take care of those pesky ants. She rememberd her last home. Being bitten every night wasn't fun. She slinked into the hole and make herself right a home by placing thick leaves onto the dirt floor. Maybe later she could install a tunnel to lead into the ground. She thought deviously. She stepped outside and started to scent for prey.
Foxy slinked around her new home. Her territory. She was very territorial when it came to new homes. She glared around the area and gave a evil grin. "This place is perfect." She mewed to herself. And it was.
The dark trees covered the sunlight and the ground you could bariliy see your paws. But it was sometimes troubleing consittering that you where living in swamp. Frogs leaped into the black, murky waters when ever she silenlty stepped past. No birds dare to chirp here. But there seemed to be prey everywhere! In the trees, in the water, under ground!! Why was it so silent? But it didn't really bother Foxy. She liked the silence. It reminded her of Death. Death was her friend. Blood and claws was all that matter in her world and nobody bette not say diffrent.
She sniffed around some of the trees. Black as coal. She went under some of their exposed roots but non seemed to fit her best. But then accross the swamp she spotted something. A huge dead tree reached for the dark sky. Its roots opend up into a giant tunnel and the bark was crawling with ants. Foxy could take care of those pesky ants. She rememberd her last home. Being bitten every night wasn't fun. She slinked into the hole and make herself right a home by placing thick leaves onto the dirt floor. Maybe later she could install a tunnel to lead into the ground. She thought deviously. She stepped outside and started to scent for prey.
