Panthera
Huntress || Age: 20 moons ||Mood: Spiteful ||Location: Camp || Tags: Cleo, Rufus, Starry||
The Queen was injured!
The Queen was injured!Such news made Panthera silently revel in joy.
Perhaps her majesty would die, and King Rufus would choose a more
suitable wife... Such as herself.
Panthera ducked in the brush right outside the Medic's den, intently listening to the conversation and the healer Starry's concern. The Bengal cat was supposed to be hunting for her master, but here she was, treating herself like a queen. Instead.
She might as well go inside, Panthera figured. Rufus seemed to be on good terms with her- Compared to the other cats, at least. Surely he wouldn't mind her going into the den for a few moments, even if it was to eavesdrop on him and his wife's condition.
Panthera flicked her tail and nonchalantly entered the den.
"Good evening, Starry. I was simply coming in her because of my paw... Oh! King Rufus!
Queen Cleo!" Panthera exclaimed, pretending to notice them just then. She sneered out the last title. Such a name and such a love should rightfully be hers! "I do hope both of you are okay. My King, surely you aren't ill? Who will lead our glorious forest beside-besides you!?"