little ray of sunshine

who do you think you are

The top is so high so your roots are forgotten, Giving is good as long as you're getting, What's driving you is ambition and betting, You're swelling out in the wrong direction You've got the bug, superstar you've been bitten, Your trumpet's blowing for far too long Climbing the snake up the ladder, but you're wrong.

Not to mention that it was her little patch of forest. Claude had wandered off to hunt something -- which had taken many, many chosen words to get him to leave her side. He was so worried because she was in heat, and he wanted to beat back all the boys that dared to look at her. But come on, she as beautiful. Who wouldn't want to look at her? She giggled softly as she watched the star spangled female come towards her willows, flitting behind the base of the one that she settled under. She could tell with the eased sighs from the girl's mouth that she was quite content under her tree. For now. Rozenn was a possessive creature, and since she had been here first, this was her tree. Her forest. She only deserved the best, after all. The woman waited for the other to settle before she let out a smooth laugh, slipping out from her hiding spot. Silver eyes took in her galactic coat, jealously flashing in her silver eyes. "I would be careful, mon cher, someone might try to skin you for that pretty pelt you have," Roze's vocals were smooth, French accent apparent in her words. She eyed the little dear, almost hungry as she took in the sight of her pretty coat. Oh how beautiful she would be, wearing a pelt like that. She sat down, curling her white marked tail around her side. Sneering at the other, she rose a paw and inspected her perfect black nails. "But you don't have to fear me, non. That would be too... how do you say?" she paused, raising her head to eye the woman again. "messy." A toothy grin was offered to the dame, placing her striped leg back on the earth before her. Yes, what a shame. She would get coated in blood if she was to steal her pelt, and her rusty form did not look good covered in that stuff. It bunched her fur up together and was rather irritating to wash out.

"SPEAK"
"French"

Rozenn Simone Maxime