Lenquixa stared darkly ahead of her, her eyelids slid downwards angrily at the devestation of her forest. The trees and undergrowth outlined the clearing, in prime time in summer. The aroma of flowers scented the air, complimented by the gentle buzzing of bees and occasional nice breeze against the warm atmosphere.

Everything was perfect.

Except for one major problem- throughout the whole forest, hidden beneath the furrows of the plant life and prey silently creeping aware from lurking danger, Lenquixa was the only bobcat. The forest rang with silence, although noises were humming all around Lenquixa's brown hued figure. The forest seemd so- so- empty, although the prey strived and other creatures. Besides Lenquixa's species.

She sighed sadly, shaking her head at the horrible state of her forest. How could she manage to keep it up if there was no one to keep it up for? Prey didn't count.