CATNIP

The woman, somehow, had managed to climb a tree. Her tiny form was perched up in a rather tall tree without care. A tail swayed down below and her eyes were wide open. She studied her surroundings with such urgency, as if the woman was going to be attacked. Yet, she just watched the atmosphere. The lovely trees, the beautiful flowers, the bright blue sky. She let her eyes shut as a breeze flowed through her messy fur. The woman was on pack grounds, yet it was for a reason. She had caught the scent of her sister! The purple woman she had once loved ever so dearly! The striped girl was excited to so her long lost sister. The woman's messy fur was doused in a lovely shade of tan with alabaster stripes that fluttered down her body with ease. If she was even the slightest bit aware of her appearance the woman would look beautiful. But, she just looked like a mess. Nothing bothered the woman except crimes to nature. Hunting was her least favorite activity. She hated to see animals die. Therefore she usually caught the sickly ones or scavenged. She also had a taste for berries too. Her body was very skinny due to her lack of meat, but she would never want to divulge on a large mass of animal. That was just horrible!

As the wind died down the girl carefully slithered down the tree. Her claws raking against the bark. She loved trees. She felt as if they spoke to her. As her dainty paws hit the ground the tree loving femme rubbed against the trunk before setting off further into the gully. Her lovely little paws hit the ground in delight. She seemed to bounce with each step. The woman's fur had various leaves and twigs in it from her adventures. Baths were not on her priority list, at all. Her tail wagged crazily as she smelt the scent of her sister once more. Was she getting close? Would the pack people be mad at her? Latalia was no use to packs at all. She had never been in one nor did she want to be. The crazy little Cat lady was not one for social events for she was always the odd one out. Her way of thinking was off and no where near like others. People judged her, yet she was immune to it. The lady was completely oblivious to it all. All she needed was her nature. With nature she would be fine.