~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

[Dawnclucks22]

(I honestly don't care what you call the prey, but did you know macaws don't live in Africa? Only parrots. Macaws live in South America. anyhow, that information probably isn't important. Just me being a nerd) Dire was beginning to be confused on where to go.

(Jungle. Macaw. First thing that comes to mind haha)

 

[Amer]

Dire stalked a "macaw."

 

[LittlePip21]

Cobra paced back and forth, searching his mind for what was ailing him. Oleander.. he thought, dissapointment nagging at him. His kits had deserted him. His mate had deserted him. "I did all this for you, and you spit it back In my face!" He snarled, his voice echoing around the clearing. He stalked to his den. They hate me..I tried to be a good leader.. he shook himself, swatting aside a price of prey as he crept into his den no.. they're all spineless and blind, you're the greatest leader in this jungle!

 

[Dawnclucks22]

Heron dragged his paws as he trotted back to camp. (@AMERAUCANAS4REAL do they still call it "camp" and if not what do they call it? Put that on the list along with "macaw"... )

 

[Amer]

Heron dragged his paws as he trotted back to camp. (@AMERAUCANAS4REAL do they still call it "camp" and if not what do they call it? Put that on the list along with "macaw"... )

lau it's still a camp.)

 

[Amer]

Dire missed his prey, but he didn't really expect to catch it.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Meerkat followed him, looking around with owlish eyes before darting after huckleberry. (hey! I was going to post yesterday but I'm away from home and I didn't have internet.) she dropped her own mouse down with the others, waving her tail to heron. (I think I might try and set up a schedual for when I can be on to rp, what days are good for you guys?)

Huckleberry silently offered her a shrew. He peeked out of the bush at Heron, gesturing for him to come in.

(I can be on any day, but I am usually more active on weekends.)

Dire did. (Ignore the fact that I said he went far away.)

(We are role playing with our jungle dudes.)

Huckleberry offered him a shrew as well. "Why isn't Heron coming?" He hissed, his tail tip flicking back and forth.

 

[Amer]

Huckleberry silently offered her a shrew. He peeked out of the bush at Heron, gesturing for him to come in.

(I can be on any day, but I am usually more active on weekends.)

Huckleberry offered him a shrew as well. "Why isn't Heron coming?" He hissed, his tail tip flicking back and forth.

"Thanks," Dire whispered. Instead of eating the shrew, he put it on the prey pile, though his stomach growled in protest. He had to pretend he was all in for the rogues, so his plan worked. He returned to Huckleberry. "Heron..." he mused. His brain worked back to the most recent events of the day.

 

[Amer]

"Last time I saw Heron he was walking toward camp," replied Dire.

 

[Dawnclucks22]

Finally Heron reached camp and noticed Dire and Huckleberry glaring at him. He felt badly at returning empty-pawed but there was hardly any prey left in the jungle anyway.