<span style="font-weight: bold">This is a private RP between Monique (a char of AssumedPseudonym) and myself. Please do not interrupt. Thank you.</span><br/><br/>(The scene takes place at the good old swamp of the good old ogre aka The Swamp of Mr Yum.)<br/><br/>Lazy as often, Tamara is laying on a branch up a tree, somewhere along the treeline of the main clearing of the Swamp. The autumn is here, and the leaves have turned brown, and began to fall a few weeks ago. Autumn is not a season she likes, not that she suffers from the chilly weather or anything, her striped fur does protects her well enough, but the tigress just doesn't like the fact most of the flora dies, leaving the trees 'naked' and the ground bare of any colour.<br/><br/>She sighs a bit, her tailtip flicking idly, watching the leaves fall slowly as a small chilly breeze blows throughout the whole place. The whole Swamp ahs eben quite empty a sof lately, and, sometimes, she imagines that big dustbunnies runs around, or maybe thoses round-shaped-herbs-thingie you can see in the westerns. She looks around, pondering if someone will come or not. Her stomach growls some, and she could definitely use a snack, or even a big tasty and struggling meal!