Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-28439145-20170901030515

I saw a cheetah near the knives, my knives. I was angry, but I held back. The spotted cat snatched them swiftly and sprinted out of my field of vision. Just as I was devising a way to get food, I heard a yowl. The cheetah was writing on the ground, and had been tackled by a huge panda. The panda roared and bit down on the cheetah's neck, not letting go until the poor thing went limp. The panda roared, sending drops of blood flying in my direction. One drop hit my cheek, making me flinch. The panda bent down and grabbed the knives. I was about to see where he was going when something tackled me. We rolled over in a ball of fur, claws and teeth tearing fur and flesh, until I could see my attacker. A tiny coyote was snarling loudly as it bit into my scruff. I squealed and bit back. The coyote howled in pain and fell over, trying to get up but feebly falling down again. Narrowing my eyes, I cuffed the little guy over the ear and tossed him across the grass. His eyes bright with fear, he ran away into the distance. I looked around for the panda, but he was gone. To add to it all, I was now sitting in the open with wounds that showed, an obvious target. I folded back my ears and limped into the river. The water calmed my injuries, but then they began to burn. I leaped out of the water and grabbed my leg. The wound was opening even more, and the blood was slightly foamy. I realized that the water was poisoned. I spotted an exhausted cougar stopping to take a drink. "No! Wait!" I yelled. The cat couldn't hear me, and I knew it was too late when they lapped up water and instantly fell over, lifeless as a doll.