it's the singing // joining

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"][color=black]A large figure moves silently across the plains; golden tendrils trembling in the creature's wake. Nearby rabbits making the most of the remaining warmth sprint away at the first sign of a hunter. Harvest mice cling to the stalks of wild grains, not even daring to blink until the threat passes. Luckily for the terrified prey animals, this particular creature seems to show no interest in the hunt. The only clue that it remains aware of their presence is a single ear rotating to locate the sound of frantic escape.

She cannot remember the last time she set foot here. It has changed much since her early days, back before she set off on her own. There was a point in time when she vowed to never return... But after hearing word of her parents' deaths, she started making her way back towards home. And now that she's here, well, she isn't sure what comes next.

Golden hour arrives as the sun sinks lower and lower in the sky. Brilliant shafts of blinding orange and yellow light wash over the terrain; an amber sea of grass. Pale ginger rosettes now blaze fiery amber as the creature slows to a halt just outside the border. It straightens to a proper standing position, revealing a muscular wildcat with pale eyes which seem to burn in the fading daylight. She is silent. Moments pass, seconds tick on by. She wonders when someone will arrive. If someone will arrive. Unsure of when another might appear to see to the joining process, the leopard rolls back onto her haunches and into a seated position.