Being a rogue wasn't easy.
Especially when you had a rainbow on your back.
Certainly most of her was gray, but that stripe and those wings caused....issues, it was hard to stalk a herd of gazelle with the odd flash of blue or purple appearing in the grass and wherever the went there'd be some sort of issue. Hunt in the jungle? The red's too obvious. Hunt in the grasslands, the blue's too obvious, etc. It just went on like that to the point she'd become an ambush hunter by trade.
Today there was no hunt, just a chance to rest. She lay upon a huge stone that offered her enough room to curl onto her side and let her absorb some of the sun as the smell of the distant ocean wafted over her nostrils. Not a care in the world...she could let down her guard and doze for a few minutes before she could go about her business, maybe skulk out a bit of territory for herself.
Yeah..that'd be nice...
Syrius Lionwing