Board Thread:Family Roleplay/@comment-69.141.219.43-20140505221141/@comment-24224475-20140506024215

Pandora ran through through the undergrowth of the woods, her powerful muscles rippling under her black velvet pelt as she followed her panther form's instincts:  to find food, that was the first thing.

She stopped in the middle of a small clearing, opening her mouth to let the small breeze run over her scent glands. She smelled prey. Something like penguin, something small. She closed her mouth and looked around the clearing. She trampled over the fallen leaves of fall and kept her nose close to the ground as she followed the scent.

She bumped her nose into a rock.

She snarled, jerking her head back and then peering slowly and carefully at the rock.

It was a small cave, hidden by some bushes in the front, and the inside of the cave looked like a small little cottage. Bookshelves lined the back wall, a bed that was nearly torn up sat next to the shelves. Small paintings that looked hand-made were hanging above the bed and book shelves, and a carpet was in front of the shelves. A small table, of which was tipped on its side, was to the far wall, and a broken chair leg was sitting next to it. Pandora could tell there used to be more furniture, but most of it was either gone or was broken.

She shoved her nose inside, and sniffed anxiously to find the prey. She found nothing, so she pulled her nose out and lifted her head to the sky, opening her mouth and letting the breeze run through her scent glands again.

There! A fresh new scent! It wafted from deep into the woods, behind the cave, and Pandora recognized it as the same scent she found at the cave. Quickly she leaped over the cave and, keeping her mouth open and all her senses alert, she bolted through the woods, jumping over fallen branches and rocks and ducking under fallen trees. The bare branches of the trees clawed at her, but she kept going, determine to get her some food. The leaves crunched under her black paws, crackling like fire. She skidded to a stop when the scent ended.

She crouched behind a big log and swiveled her ears toward a sound - the sound of soft breathing. Her prey was sleeping! Perfect for an easy hunt. Her eyes darted around this side of the woods, searching for her target, her night seeing yellow eyes glowing with excitement. She soon spotted the prey - a small little penguin wearing a purple hoodie - sleeping curled up on top of a large mapled leaf with blades of grass entwined together laying over her like a blanket. Pandora could already feel her mouth watering, and she dropped into a hunter's crouch and quietly moved forward, her senses alert as ever and her yellow eyes burning like fire.

She stopped about a tail length away from the penguin, unsheathed her claws, then leaped on top of the penguin.

The penguin immediately woke up and started shrieking, loudly. Pandora pinned her down with her forepaws and snarled down at the little penguin. She opened her motuh, baring her white teeth, glistening like the moon was that night, and prepared for the killer bite. She reared her head back, then launched forward.

She stopped about a centimeter from the penguin's neck and lifted her head up to the noise of a scuffling near the roots of a tree. A mother rabbit was trying to get into her den so she could feed her babies. Pandora released the little penguin and launched herself at the mother rabbit, quickly pinning it down and finishing it off with a swift bite to the neck. She scooted the rabbit over, then dug at the roots of the tree until she uncovered the rabbit babies. Each one she killed quickly, then gathered up all six rabbits, including the mother rabbit, and holding them in her mouth as she started on her way to leave. She paused as she caught the little penguin's eye, watching in horror and terror at the big black panther. Pandora blinked, turned away, hesitated, then broke into a run and leaped over some hawthorn bushes, crashing through the undergrowth and escaping into the night.