[elaif]

-OZ-

The air was thick with so much tension, he could practically taste it. And if it weren't for the metallic tang of blood that hung bitterly in the air, he still would've guessed that there was a bloody battle. OZ always found amusement in the clanners pathetic tussles, and for what? A grudge that was placed moons ago? Even a half deranged rouge like himself knew that was petty. But like always he didn't bother to look into the matter, I mean who would? Talk about dull. Roots and other thick foliage tugged at his wide paws, as soggy leaves and branches poked and prodded at his eyes. And it didn't help that a cloud of gnats seemed to hover over his head. Talk about annoying. Who could ever live in this jungle? This was atrocious!
He let out a string of curse as he bulled thru a thick bramble bush, Jeez! When would this terrain end! His train of thoughts were cut off as he misstepped into a pile of slick mud, and before he knew it, he was tumbling head over heels down a steep slope. Letting out a yowl of surprise, he continued his somewhat endless fall, mercilessly running into trees and large rocks, until finally rolling to a halt. OZ lay there breathless for a moment, trying to take in the spinning world around. Ouch, just ouch. though he felt nothing he was plenty out of breath and was positive he had cracked a few ribs. This was the exact reasons why he hated the forest. Now to leave before anyone saw him in this state and to make matters worse he knew that being caught by a clanner would probably mean certain death especially at this point in time.

@Jayden
(Figured we could start here :] )