Post by Feline Protector on Mar 23, 2004 13:30:42 GMT -5
Tamar walked brisky through the jungle, her bow one hand and an arrow in the other. Some say that a woman should not know how to hunt or kill, but she did. A strange cry filled the air, and Tamar was off, raceing towards the sound. When she saw what it was, she gasped. An adult female lay dead, and next to her, a young kit, crying into the air. The Kit was a dusty gray with white stripes. Tamar's hard shell dissapered, and she pulled out some meat that she always carried with her incase she found a hatching Filt nest. She oferred the Kit some, and it at all she had. Seeing that the kit was stuffed, she started to move off. After walking a ways, she turned, and saw the kit stairing up at her with large amber eyes. She sighed, thinking of the mess she had gotten herself into. She reached a hand towards it, and it let her scrach it's head. She smiled and picked it up, with no struggle. "I guess I'm stuck with you, eh?" To her supprise, the kit nodded. "Lord, you must be one of those that Tubberman made." The kit looked at her, head tilted. "Eh...are you a male?" The kit nodded slowly. "Eh...for a name.....what about Tuni?" The kit nodded, and Tamar smiled again. "Alright then, well, lets go." She smiled again as they left. ((HA! Nothing wrong with that way, eh Neou?))
