Shere Khan || Male || Siberian Tiger || 6 years 9 months || Mentions: Shadi ||

Shere Khan blinked slowly, as he often does. He looked over the group again before standing up, tensing up a little at the sound of Loki's voice. He turned to look at the dark feline. He hesitated for a few moments before speaking, narrowing his eyes just a little, "There's an oasis. We're going to it. Now!" He paused a little before the last sentence, his low-toned voice turning into a loud roar that the entire group could hear, signaling that they would get on the move now. He didn't care if the ones still hunting weren't back in time. He'd leave them to rot in the dust, to be picked at alive by the buzzards.

The large tiger lashed his tail before trudging off in the selected direction. The journey to the oasis would definitely be brutal, given the heat of the day and the lack of water. He minded the heat, as it weighed down on his large coat. But he did fear something that would be waiting for them-- two things in fact-- sinking sand and scorpions. Not just any scorpions. Deadly ones.

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Remedy || Female || 2 years 11 months || Ocelot || Mentions: Loki, Shere Khan ||

The small feline let out another yawn and an exasperated sigh. She really wished she could've done some other stuff before they got on the move. Remedy stood up and slithered out of Loki's grasp to curve around behind him, climbing up his back. She dug her claws into the scruff of his neck, knowing that sinking her claws anywhere else would hurt. She waited for him to stand up before she'd lay down on his back.

Being a smaller cat, the ocelot got a lot of free rides. Only from Loki though. He was the only cat in the group that she trusted. She felt like the lucky one, having a strong jaguar to protect her. She even felt especially special because Loki wasn't the type of feline to warm up to others that easily.

Loki | Male | 4 years, 2 months | Jaguar
Location: Desert; Temporary Camp - With Group | Mentions: Remedy, Chenoa, Vidar / Group in General

Feeling paws batting at his long tail, he rolled his eyes and looked back, seeing the small Chenoa, swatting his tail at her to get her to stop with her pestering. His eyes soon met with Shere Khan's and he narrowed his yellow orbs, keeping a steady, intimidating gaze with the tiger. Seeing his eyes, his mouth, and hearing his words, Loki knew he had gotten to the brute slightly and felt a tiny bit of satisfaction in his chest, not flinching at all as Shere Khan yelled. He still didn't understand; who made him leader? Sure, he 'founded' the group, but still... Argh. Waiting for Remedy to climb onto his back, their usual thing, he looked around, watching as the others got ready to go.

Once Loki knew his small companion was safely on his back, the black jaguar stood up, and would let her lay down before walking towards the familiar tiger, walking just a paw length behind him. The tiger felt the need to be in the lead.. all the time. If he didn't have a friend on his back, Loki'd resist Shere Khan's urges to be leader, but he had a cat to protect, and wouldn't risk her safety for his own pride. With an annoyed sigh, the muscular jaguar continued walking, hoping Shere Khan was right about the so-called 'oasis'. Loki had heard stories of the heat making cats see things, making them see oasis', so he just hoped the tiger knew it was there. If not, oh, he'd be upset.

Ooc: Sorry its so bad, was in a rush. Its heating up tho - metaphorically cx

Manyare | Female | 2 Years, 8 Months old | African Leopard
Location: Desert; With the group | Mentions: Loki, Vidar, Remedy, Shere Khan, Open for interaction

Manyare had to bite her tongue, observing with slight amusement the scene; She found adorable the way that Loki protected the female, Remedy, in every way. That was a true friendship, she supossed. Who was she to say so, if she have never had such a thing?. Her big, piecing eyes landed on Vidar, who was less than a tail-lenght away. With a smile and a small bow, she returned the greet to the lion, ignoring his apparently short temper on the early morning. Hopefully, Manyare would manage to abstain herself for the rest of the day, on the other side. If not, two -Perhaps three- annoyed big cats would be a bad combination. She glanced a Shere Khan over her shoulder, her round ears perking at the loud roar. A deep sigh escaped from her chest, noticing that it was time to move on. She knew that many would fall on the way, but that only a few would stand up and continue the journey. The female was not planning to be abandoned; She knew that the group would not stop for any reason.

Manyare began to walk, following the large tiger's direction. Her steps were still feminine and swift, since the heat has not affected her, so far, as much as to other felines. Her entire pelage was thin, with the exception of her neck and chest, were the mottled fur becomes more fluffy. Her eyes had caught sight of a couple individuals returning from a hunt. She frowned, returning her gaze to the front. Her stomach was demanding for food, but she knew that the best was save her energies until they arrived... Whatever the destination was. Even in such an open space, not even an Oryx could be seen in the distance. The air was impregnated with the smell of dirt and sand; It would be almost impossible to arrange a hunt in this environment.

OOC: Sorry for late reply :C

Shere Khan || Male || Siberian Tiger || 6 years 9 months || Mentions: Group in General ||

He picked up the pace to a quick trot, expecting the rest of the group to follow with his lead. He honestly wanted to get there quick. His throat felt like someone had just poured a gallon of sand down it, and his could feel the heat on his skin under his fur. He occasionally glanced back, somewhat expecting a few stragglers to be laying down way in the back, and somewhat expecting some not to. He preferred the second choice.

He turned back and looked on ahead of him, the sky piercing right into his face. The tiger squinted his eyes a little, not exactly paying attention to where he was going-- since he couldn't that well in the first place.

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Remedy || Female || 2 years 11 months || Ocelot || Mentions: Loki, Chenoa ||

She tucked her forepaws under her chest her, looking ahead between Loki's ears. She licked her muzzle when she glanced down at Chenoa. She was getting too friendly with Loki-- Remedy didn't like that. She narrowed her eyes at the smaller feline, her tail lashing to and fro behind her. In her mind, she was saying, Loki's mine. Back off. She didn't want to say it out loud. She may be a stubborn cat, but she wasn't a rude one-- well, she wasn't that rude.

The ocelot continued to look at the one walking on the ground, desperately wanted to jump down and push her away. She let out a small grunt as she unknowingly dug her claws into Loki's scruff. Chenoa may have been younger than Remedy, but that gave her no right to be this close to her best friend.