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. The sun was comfortably warm in the grove of trees that took up half of my 25-acre backyard. The light had traveled across the void between Sol and the Earth, through the cloud-sprinkled atmosphere, before darting through the leaves to create swaying, dappled patterns on my soft fur coat. Curled up into a boneless ball under the trees is the best spot to be during days like this; but my orange and black stripes were getting toasty, so I unraveled myself and stretched. With my back paws planted firmly in the tall grass, I reached out in front of me, my razor-sharp claws unsheathing and raking the ground slightly, creating furrows that would remain afterward, telling others that this was my turf. My jaws parted into a wide yawn, displaying my harmless pink tongue as well as my lethal fangs.
Lethal, that is, if you’re my dinner.
But I wasn’t hungry now; I’d just eaten a foolish doe this morning, and circumstance seemed to have conspired to make me drowsy. So, giving in to the whims of fate, I sprawled on my back in the soft grass, warming my white underbelly to the sun. That is, until –
SNAP! My yellow-slitted eyes flashed open. Although my body remained perfectly still and quiet, my mind was working furiously to identify and track the unusual sound. It was a large twig, I decided, or a small branch breaking, probably snapped by the weight of a medium-sized critter, inexperienced at moving quietly through the forest. Good, I thought, silently rolling over and strolling towards the sound, I haven’t had an intruder in ages!
The bands of ebony embracing my slight yet powerful form allowed me to blend into the shadows, to remain unseen as well as unheard. My soft, delicate paws left little mark on the earth as I walked. My nostrils flared and my whiskers bristled to detect any sudden movement in the air. A pungent itch to my right informed me that the intruder was shuffling in a bush, obviously trying to remain quiet and still, but failing miserably. This is going to be fun.
I sprang up into a nearby tree, my switchblade claws zipping out to grip the bark before retreating into their hidden sheaths. I was all stealth now – every move was slow and precise, liquid and soundless. My golden eyes never left the bush as I positioned myself above my prey. I’m always tense before the pounce, calculating and recalculating in my mind how far to leap, where to land, worrying how much power into it – but that’s what mad it so much fun. I finally let the tension sink into my muscles, coiling them like a spring, until all that was left was the confidence that my pounce would go perfectly.
I was not disappointed.
My prize was a pair of slightly-used lace-less Nikes – I’d even managed to get the socks this time. The chase had been swell ( the kid must’ve done track at school) with my pounce sending him flying out of the bush and across the open grass at an astounding speed for someone with only two legs. I hung the socks where they could be seen for miles around, two dabs of white in my sea of green. Then I placed my prize in my hiding place under a large, flat rock with the others, before stretching out on its sun-warmed surface and resuming my nap.
Lethal, that is, if you’re my dinner.
But I wasn’t hungry now; I’d just eaten a foolish doe this morning, and circumstance seemed to have conspired to make me drowsy. So, giving in to the whims of fate, I sprawled on my back in the soft grass, warming my white underbelly to the sun. That is, until –
SNAP! My yellow-slitted eyes flashed open. Although my body remained perfectly still and quiet, my mind was working furiously to identify and track the unusual sound. It was a large twig, I decided, or a small branch breaking, probably snapped by the weight of a medium-sized critter, inexperienced at moving quietly through the forest. Good, I thought, silently rolling over and strolling towards the sound, I haven’t had an intruder in ages!
The bands of ebony embracing my slight yet powerful form allowed me to blend into the shadows, to remain unseen as well as unheard. My soft, delicate paws left little mark on the earth as I walked. My nostrils flared and my whiskers bristled to detect any sudden movement in the air. A pungent itch to my right informed me that the intruder was shuffling in a bush, obviously trying to remain quiet and still, but failing miserably. This is going to be fun.
I sprang up into a nearby tree, my switchblade claws zipping out to grip the bark before retreating into their hidden sheaths. I was all stealth now – every move was slow and precise, liquid and soundless. My golden eyes never left the bush as I positioned myself above my prey. I’m always tense before the pounce, calculating and recalculating in my mind how far to leap, where to land, worrying how much power into it – but that’s what mad it so much fun. I finally let the tension sink into my muscles, coiling them like a spring, until all that was left was the confidence that my pounce would go perfectly.
I was not disappointed.
My prize was a pair of slightly-used lace-less Nikes – I’d even managed to get the socks this time. The chase had been swell ( the kid must’ve done track at school) with my pounce sending him flying out of the bush and across the open grass at an astounding speed for someone with only two legs. I hung the socks where they could be seen for miles around, two dabs of white in my sea of green. Then I placed my prize in my hiding place under a large, flat rock with the others, before stretching out on its sun-warmed surface and resuming my nap.
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Here's a school assignment where we were supposed to describe what we'd do if, instead of growing up, we could to choose to do ANYTHING.
Me, I wanna become a tiger and playfully attack people for their shoes. X3
The title's outdated...whaddya think about, "All-American Teenage Tiger"? Or any suggestions will be welcome.
[EDIT]
THANK YOU for permission to use such a beautiful and fitting pic for my preview image!
Preview image "Quick Nap" (c) *B1nd1
Story (c) Me
Me, I wanna become a tiger and playfully attack people for their shoes. X3
The title's outdated...whaddya think about, "All-American Teenage Tiger"? Or any suggestions will be welcome.
[EDIT]
THANK YOU for permission to use such a beautiful and fitting pic for my preview image!
Preview image "Quick Nap" (c) *B1nd1
Story (c) Me
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