Mark of Africa ~Accepting!~ Realistic Lion RP

[archeron.]

Hawk purred and licked her. "Come with me to my densite." he purred and looked over at a bunch of ferns.

Raven purred and led her across the dry ground.

[Turtlesgomoo!]

Nala trotted along beside Raven.

[Mozzie]

.:Kressa:.

Kressa nodded and followed him. As she walked she looked at all the surroundings, mapping it out in her brain.

[Dorkydactyl]

Setsu` padded around the feilds. There were lots of males, so Setsu` kept low. She had hoped that they wouldn't see her. As she prowled along, she scented a herd of antelope. "I can't bring down a whole antelope by my self..." She muttered. She had wished one of the males would help her. She looked around and spotted a handsome male, but her ears lowered as she realized there was a lioness with him. She sighed and stood up, revealing herself. She walked to the boabab tree where she sheltered. Her densite was under the rock that was next to the tree. She sat on the rock and looked at the males, hoping they would notice her. She wanted a mate.

[Mozzie]

.:Falcon:.

Falcon noticed a lioness lonely, just like him. He quickly padded over to her.

[ChibiWolfie]

Hawk growled at them and crouched. "Trespassers." he hissed. "You are not welcome here." he hissed and looked at the cubs.

Raven walked over and bowed his head again. "Would you like me to carry her?" he purred in his deep voice.

Zorro nodded. "Me too." he sighed and looked around. "You know of any other lionesses?"

"Not that I know of." Naomi replied. She looked around as well. "I'm going to go hunt... You want to come?" She asked Zorro, as she looked at a herd of antelopes.

[Mozzie]

.:Kressa:.

Kressa nodded and followed him. As she walked she looked at all the surroundings, mapping it out in her brain.

[archeron.]

Zorro nodded and slowly stood. His scars on his flank hurt as he moved.

Hawk nodded as he walked thinking about his life. He walked to a den and led her in.

[Mozzie]

.:Kressa:.

Kressa stepped lightly into the den. She looked around and purred.

[The Scribe]

Artel grinned and ran over to his mom and sister, "Are we going to stay?" He asked, laying down and rolling onto his back.

Usamah nodded, "It would seem that way." She said, watching Artel.