The chalky, broken pebbles and rocks broke under her feet, the uneven terrain catching the grey feline off-guard and she slid forward a few inches before scrambling enough to catch her balance, a russet smoke cloud of dirt making a plume around her paws and rising to scarf around her body, staining her coat a more reddish tinge. Coughing and muttering out a few curses, Lovetta glared a few paw-steps above at the spot where she had been standing a few second before, a few stray stones still scattering down to meet their fallen brethren of the mini-avalanche. Giving her pelt a pointless shake, unable to clear the already well cemented stains, the she cat gave a growl and started continuing down on her way to the Oasis.



It was moments such as these when Lovetta reconsidered that which she considered the core dangers in her life. Surely, Ocelots, birds of prey, and a myriad of other predators that awaited the League on the island were a notable danger and the things she had always figured would become her death warrant when they first arrived at their new home, but as time passed on Lovetta was becoming more and more convinced it was the terrain itself that would be the death of her.