from her perch in a relavitaly small tree, her eyes blinking at the sun. Growling low the cub leaps downa and begins to eat the meat that the cheetah femme left the other evening. Her tail flicking in warning the cub devours the last of the meat, her pink toungue licking her black lips. Sitting by the skeleton the she-cub begins to groom her blood spattered coat, her rough toungue smoothing out the loose fur. The cub sits, her ears pricked, sounds of a small mouse catch her ears, crouching low the little one pounces, her paw over the mouse,claws digging deep within. In two easy bites all that is left of the rodent are his shattered bones. The cub smiles, pleased with her self and begins to move stealthily through the underbrush.~
