Chasing the Sun [African cat RP Semi-lit] Accepting

[TheOldPlays.The.Oboe]

Name: Cheyenne
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years.
Picture: ^^
Personality: Cheyenne, although she is quite young, she is very wise, and intelligent. She is who those go to usually for advice. She is calm, and a great leader during a stressful situation. Her voice, sweet, and calming, never rises.
Rank: Healer
Crush?: None
Other: None

[Hollywood Undead]

((Accepted, I'll add you now ^_^ After I add you I'll start))

[Hollywood Undead]

As the sun rose on the tall swaying grass of the golden plain, a sweet breeze blew through the air and through the fur of the several assembled cats, either sleeping, pacing, or waking up to the golden sun. The air was relatively cool, carrying with it last nights chill, but it was slowly fading as the young yellow rays shared their warmth eagerly with anything they touched.

With a soft sigh Naomi stretched, her front paws reaching far ahead and her rear pointed in the air as she let the sleepy feeling drain from her golden-brown frame. The warm sun felt glorious against her fur and a low purr escaped from her throat as she reassembled herself into a sitting position, mesmerized by the gentle swaying motion of the tall grasses surrounding her waking Pride. Naomi took a deep breathe and stood, glancing around the clearing to see if anyone else was awake.

Alex's tail twitched as he continued with his peaceful slumber, nestled in a low branch of a tree not to far from the rest of his pride the lazy leopard dreamed. The rising sun would soon be bright enough to bother the magnificent spotted cat out of his slumber but for now he slept undisturbed.

The air was warming quickly and it was promising to be another hot day on the African plains. As the sky changes from dark shades of blue to golds and pinks and finally returning to a much more pleasant shade of light blue, other creatures began rising with the sun, as the nocturnal creatures settled down in their dens for a peaceful daytime slumber.

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Titus usually had nice dreams, dreams of hunting with an abundance of prey and where his speedy legs would never tire. This night though he couldn't feel dream's careful view on him, and as his eyes opened up for the first time since the previous night, he had seen nothing but the darkness. Yawning, the cheetah stood up slowly, he did not sleep in a den like some of the others, instead he found peace sleeping on a large rock which jutted from the ground. On foul nights when it rained he would go sleep under a tree, but he always preferred his rock, it kept him warm.

Moving his muscles with a slight twitch he turned and jumped from the rock, landing gracefully onto the ground. Moving his long tail, he sniffed the air, causally gaining the scents from all the other members of the pride. That comforted the cheetah, to know that others were around. Walking over to a pile of tall grass Titus sat back down and began to lick out some of his short fur. He hated it when his skin got irritated and he couldn't reach it due to his fur. So he kept himself well groomed.

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Karma was a peaceful sleeper, most of the time anyways, and tonight it seemed like she dreamed of sitting by one of the rare savannah lakes, which unlike most of the water here was clear and fresh, not dirty and mucky. There had been no one around but her, and she kept the nice peaceful glow of the place. That was until bright eye seemed to hit into her, and she was forced to (unhappily) open up her eyes. It was around dawn, she could see that, most of the animals on the plain would be waking up now, well those that choose to not hunt and live during the night. Karma was not fussy about when she slept, and sometimes she did sleep during the day and awoke at night. But recently she had been sticking to daylight.

Like most leopards Karma preferred the height and comfort of a tree and was laid out on one of the branches of a tree. Her long spotted tail hanging down from the branch. Stiffly she got to her paws and jumped off of the low branch, landing in some of the light grass below the tree. Which had a spot where it was flatted- due to her jumping down so much. As she yawned thoughts ran through her head; what would she do today? Would there be a hunt? Would it be successful? Well she would have to wait and see.

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Strike . Sleeping .

Strike lay on a branch of a tree, the one she usually slept on. Her dreams were wonderful, the heavy feeling of sleep like a thick blanket. She dreamed she bathed in the sun, warm and relaxed, her breathing was calm and steady. A flash of lighting was bright and blinding, and it stayed in the sky, the bright white/yellow soon turning to mist as it circled around her. It grasped tighter, biting down onto her neck, pushing her down.

Choking as the mist punched her eyes, Strike awoke, gasping. She looked around, seeing it was just a dream, a low rumble growling at the sun for waking her peaceful slumber, she grumbled before crossing her paws, one over another. She set her head on her paws and flipped over, turning to lay on her other side. Her grumbles turned to mumbles as her back faced the sun, her eyes shielded from the blinding ball of fire. Her mad expression soon turned to nothing, as she relaxed and soon fell into a swift slumber.

Thunder . Waking up . On a Rock . Sleepy .

Thunder awoke upon a gray boulder, a rather large rock with many minerals and shades, like a speck of white here, a bit of black there. His eyelids opened once the sun shone through, blinking quite a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes. He turned his head, avoiding eye contact with the blazing sun.

He flexed his claws as he stretched his fore paws in front of him, letting out a yawn as his tongue curled. He leaned his paws down, placing them on the ground before shifting his back legs & paws, and propelling himself forward, soon standing in front of the boulder and stepped forward, away from his 'bed' before leaning back in a cat stretch, then he started walking forward.