alright this is my first time posting one of these here so excuse any stupidity BUT

I'm currently looking for 1x1 partner or two; I have two different plots, and can't handle any big groups so I thought
why not do two little 1x1s

I'll have a recent RP example posted below to give a reference on what to expect

All I ask in order to be considered is activity level, time zone, your preferred plot, and a RP example

NOTES;
I only RP via Discord (I will privately message you that)
I am slightly picky, because I need detail to be able to respond
I will only play feline (BIG CAT) or canine characters for these plots because those are what I'm most comfortable with
I don't expect a reply immediately, but if you take more than a week without saying something I'll assume you're not interested and call it off
I'm in Alaska, so please keep the time zone in mind before you get mad that I don't respond at 3AM
I work part-time but sometimes take on a full-time shift, while also being a student
I do not RP NSFW because these are feral animals, it makes me feel gross

RP Example;
Shila sets the hare gently against the snow-covered terrain, trying to keep as quiet as he possibly can to avoid drawing attention to his presence; he didn't know if this stranger was hostile, and he certainly didn't want to go home wearing the scent of a domestic animal. His parents would have his hide! He'd been warned many times to keep his curiosity in check, to never mingle with the human-raised traitors to their kind; but, of course, spite was what had driven the wolf this far in life. What harm could it possibly do now?

Bloodied jaws release their delicate grip on the deceased prey-animal, tongue lolling from over sharp lower canines as broad paws place themselves softly behind where they once stood, the lupine backing away from his offering.

Suddenly, a feminine voice draws his attention back to the den's entrance rather than the snack he would quite like to tear into. His ears immediately position themselves in an erect position, head lifting, and eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. His paws shift, planting themselves so that he can run should the need arise; he didn't know this dog's intentions, or if she was grateful for the food he'd been leaving. She could turn on him at any second, and he was ready to act.

He stands away from the hare, allowing the damsel space to eat in as much peace as she could if she'd decided to take a bite out of the meal provided. His chin lifts defiantly at her words, breast pushing outwards as if to make himself appear larger than he was; his winter-coat did that itself, though he was grateful for anything that would sway the dog's decision towards not tearing his throat out as he'd seen the beasts do before.

He'd lost a few siblings to the jaws of a hunter's dog, or the noisy, silvered killer carried in the large paws of the humans. He'd seen them go down, mid-hunt or simply ensuring their territory markers remained fresh to warn out nosy dispersals. Just the thought makes his upper lip curl, the blackened skin lifting to reveal bloody dentition to the damsel before him; only the ends, to warn her that he was ready if she decided she wanted to attack.

"That's no way to thank your savior," he scolds, though his words contain the amusement expected of a young male; he wouldn't take this situation seriously unless he was truly in danger, why should he? He'd saved this she-dog from starving, and he intended to hold that fact over her head should she change her mind on not tracking him down and finishing him off. "Maybe I just want to help, dear pet."

His head dips, resting at the height of his shoulders with his gaze trained on the dog; it was a safety measure, really. Keep his neck guarded and his eyes on his potential attacker; just for extra security, his ears remain positioned in her direction to listen for any sign of an aggressive approach. Or, god forbid, a trap.

At her following questions his head only barely lifts, tail flicking side to side in a lazy yet friendly wag; perhaps if he showed he had friendly intentions, she wouldn't turn on him? "You're without your master, you don't have any reason to kill me without their say-so, especially not when I've been providing your meals. I saw you hunting in our territory--failing to hunt, that is--and I don't want your starving to be on my conscience for the rest of my life." He gives a small shake as he finishes speaking, ridding his pelt of the clinging snow. "It's quite easy, once you learn the territory and how to stay out of sight. Use the tricks of your prey against them."