Set the world on fire
Russet limbs had pulled her to the south, specifically to this place. She had grown used to the life of a wanderer, drifting from land to land, having no real place to call home. Ivory limbs and heavy leaves surrounded her, tangling above her, some brushed her rusty pelt. She had never been to this place before, as she came to spot within the trees, a strangle set of stones sat in a circle, it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Blue and silver gems looked around her, absorbing the scenery. Not a hint of emotion crossed her russet face.
Rumors had it that her father had returned, but he had yet to seek any of them out. She hadn't seen any of her family since her aunt had called them all together. In fact, she hadn't seen much of anything or anyone. She had isolated herself, drifting in and out of the lands she had been born into. The red princess had been scarce, failing to bless the lands with her presence. But she and not a care in the world.
Russet limbs folded beneath her as she settled down within the trees, searching for a place to rest for the night. The moonlight peeked through the trees, reflecting off her coat. Crown would lower to rest on her paws, audits twitched, listening to the sounds around her. Eyes fluttered shut, though she wasn't yet tired. Sides heaved with each breath, ears listening to her surroundings. Sooner or later, she would have to face her family. Unless she found a new path for her life.
There would be no noise, but an unfamiliar scent filled her nostrils. For a moment she wouldn't move, allowing her eyes to flutter open. Crown would lift slowly, chin remained tucked slightly as the girl looked around herself. Pools of blue and silver would rest upon a feline with yellow eyes. A brow would lift audits twitching, swiveling in various directions. A second scent lingered, cluing her into the fact this feline was not alone. Hind legs curled beneath her, a single front leg stretched before her, her left forelimb curled slightly, enabling her to rise quickly if necessary. She got the feeling that this encounter would not end well.
"Can I help you?" Sweet lyrics flowed from russet jaws. As a yearling, the girl had reached her full height of 36 inches, though she was still putting on weight. Being alone had allowed lean muscle to wrap her bodice, fending for herself had both strengthened her and weakened her. She had learned to be quick, ruthless, and grown stronger. However, she could only bring down small prey, keeping her from reaching her maximum weight, though she was far form skinny.
Eyes would remain trained on the feline as she attempted to pin point to location of his partner. Rusty pelt threatened to bristle as she struggled to keep up her stoic facade. Muscles coiled beneath her pelt, the girl preparing herself for battle. She refused to die at the hand of a mere cat.Lips twitched, irritation glittering in her features, the tips of fangs appeared beneath lips as the feline merely stood watching her.