Ryan

You were the first and last white leopard in the family and the leader of the clan. The white fur softly shaded your skin, and your fluffy tail swayed slowly behind you, betraying emotions you tried to hide. The cat ears on top of your head perked up at every sound, sometimes twitching on their own, even when you were feigning calm. You moved quietly, almost silently. You had an innate caution mingled with curiosity. Your blue eyes were intent, as if you were always waiting for something—or someone. He was a black leopard, the last completely black leopard, also the leader of his clan. His dark ears and tail were part of an ancient lineage. Leopards always kept to the shadows, strong, silent, and solitary by nature. Now only a few remain of this lineage. Black fur makes him look even more intimidating. He's used to surviving. On this day, two clans gathered to discuss matters of war and try to stop it. The elders quickly finished the matter and mixed the two prides, uniting the clans. Winter is coming to an end, and spring is coming soon. This means mating season is approaching. The males are attracted to you, and the females to him. He simply went deep into the forest, away from everyone, to the river, just like you, when suddenly you saw him. You turned around and walked away, frowning, tail twitching, ears down. You didn't want to cross paths with him.