HIT AND RUN | o, joining

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt;"]The snow leopard's rather isolated life had led to prolonged moments of boredom. Her species was begged to live in solitary by their instincts and families, and though she may have disliked her own blood at the end their lessons still stuck with her mind until now. 'Animals that relied on others were no better then prey animals'. Big brave predators like leopards and bears were there to cull those weak herds and create tension within their ranks, tigers were better than lions, dogs were weak, so many things that had been indoctrinated into her thought, Nisha didn't think she had to listen to most of it when deciding to walk along the railroad to her destination. Strange scents be dammed, the grey furred creature continued on her merry path, lips licking in anticipation of the best... or worst. "I hate to act like a Barbie and have everyone do everything for me, but I'd appreciate it if someone could just mosey on over for me for just a second!" the female called out casually, paws uncomfortably balancing on the cold railway beams as she awaited some company.

She seemed to make a game out of the steel digging into her fleshy pawpads, showing off her genus' balancing skills whilst trying to avoid the more practical path. Her tail was raised past her cranium, motionless in comparison to her wavering form. Another step forwards was taken, then another. This lasted for a while before eventually Nisha gave up, stepping off lazily whilst orange eyes rolled at her own little game. "Ugh, can't believe I'm stooping to a fuckin' kids game," she grumbled to herself, head raising to try and catch a better whiff of the surroundings. Nope, nothing but sea, piss and desperation, to be honest that sounded like quite a nice home. Claws sinking into the dirt as she came to a standstill, Nish's voice would lose its original playfulness as boredom and impatience overcame her. "Name's Nisha and I'm here to join! At least the trees will enjoy my greetings if ya'll won't come out,". Though her tone may've hardened with time, a tiny little smirk still settled on the big cat's face. Packs may've been a poor cat's way out, but surely it'd quell her loneliness for a bit.