CATCH ME, CATCH ME - private; melantha

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]This was her own mission, not given from anyone but done on her own time and her own needs. There was little in the way of knowledge when it came to this world and what she had steeped her claws into. These places were different from the upper mountains she used to call home and to the deserts of old. So then, she had to question herself just where she was. Even though she was reborn time and time again she never had a haze over her memories and perhaps that said something about this life she was to lead. There were faint shifts and changes in memories, a fog that laid over certain faces though she could recall events. But names drew a blank at times. Shaking her head a bit she refused to dwell too long on these thoughts as she needed to have her wits about her. After all she was going to be trespassing on a territory that until a couple of days ago could have been a friendly neutral. But now she was bitter and when a first impression was ruined she hardly thought about giving second chances. There were some thought she wouldn't mind having a friendly chat with but that had been ruined by that so called second hand.

Her eyes narrowed against the hot wind that swept through the desert, jaws slightly parted in a pant as she stepped over the ever shifting sands that was the desert that they lived in. A part of her wondered what was so appealing about the desert that they wanted to live her anyway. It was such an inhospitable place and she had to think that perhaps there was more than just the desert here. Pushing on top of a dune she paused there and allowed the wind to tug at her blue toned long fur, the feeling shifting along her skin as she flexed reinforced claws. What made her pause there was the fact that there was a jungle before her and she made a light tsking noise with her teeth. "I see. So they have a sanctuary." Something that could possibly keep them alive, but for how long? There was never an infinite supply of food when it came to be surrounded by a desert and having limitations placed on vegetation. What if one day it didn't rain and it caused this jungle to dry up? These types of ecosystems demanded a lot of water to keep itself alive and she hummed lightly, a low sound as she scampered her way down the side of it the sand, sliding till she managed to catch her balance.

Coming into the thick foliage her body relaxed upon having some decent coverage but then again if they had seen her she was sure they would have been on her ass by now. Her body weaved through thick foliage and ferns, shifting and pushing vines out of her way. The bubbling of water was an enticing thing and she allowed herself to momentarily divert to that direction where she took a few laps of water. But all the while she was making sure to keep a look out and to map this place in her mind. Perhaps there was something of the place she could tell to Prestige to keep the young leader aware of their new enemy. Moving from the water she took her time in scenting, following the thickest of scents that led to what looked like three pyramids. Each one seemed to be for something different but what she couldn't tell and instead she stirred clear of the area as that was most likely where they made their home. The soldier shifted gears, hiding her body through thick bushes and overgrowth all the while watching.

[member=321]melantha[/member]

[melantha]

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(i apologize for the late response. classes just started and it's been crazy)

Ironic, is it not? How the watchers are always being watched by another?

Silence envelopes the huntress in a thick blanket, smothering all sound so that it is little more than muted breaths and the droning buzz of mosquitoes who lurk near the precious sources of water. Contrary to the invader's belief, someone had spotted her. Someone whose primary responsibility is to see all that others wish to remain unseen. And unlike the intruder, this someone does not rely upon emerald broad leafed plants to conceal her presence.

Tawny golden fur blend effortlessly into the blinding expanse of of shifting sands, sunlight refracting off of the rolling dunes in mind-boggling mirages. Melantha has been following this stranger for several minutes now, sagacious olive eyes having spotted the little blue blob making it's way through the desert as she returned from a morning patrol. Perhaps the strong arm should have apprehended the unknown female a long while ago, but the young puma is bored and she is curious to see where the creature intends to go. She recognizes the other from when the Rosebloods came knocking, though she cannot remember the name for the life of her. Whatever the cause may be, Mel assumes that the stranger does not come with good intentions.

A lengthy residence within the Pitt allows Melantha to maneuver the unstable terrain with ease, careful to stalk her prey from downwind, never losing sight. The golden wildcat watches as the other conceals herself within the jungle oasis, following silently. Several moments pass before Mel decides to make herself known. "What's a Roseblood doing all the way out all on her lonesome?" questions the predator in that deep, rasping voice of hers; brilliant green eyes peering through the leaves. Ever so casually, the young mountain lioness circles the domestic feline. Plain features arrange themselves into a neutral stare, only a touch of curiosity gleaming within those perceptive olive pools.