Family, duty, honour. IP: 88.104.6.64 Posted on June 19, 2012 at 08:32:37 PM by Océane
The pale light of dawn left pink streaks upon the floors of the grass. A lone figure was sprawled in one such pink patch of dawnlight. The early sun's rays left her blue-grey patterened pelt shining, against the deep green of the surrounding trees and grass. She was motionless, lids closed over her green-blue eyes. If it hadn't been for the occasional flick of her long tail, and the steady rise and fall of her chest, one could have questioned wether she was even alive or not. But her flickering lids began to open, and she surveyed all around her with wise eyes. The ocelot had yet to discover much about this unfamiliar land, but she was all but ready to do so.
Night was now, and a time for sleep. But Océane, for that was her name, cosidered herself to be a night prowler, and lived by that strict schedule. Now however, her brain seemed unwilling to give into the sleep she would have liked to have. So, here she was waiting to sink down into the recesses of exhaustion. Though, knowing her luck he was bound to be interupted. The water she sat by was starting to stir, and sooner or later, an intruder would interupt her peace. Replies:
