I am the king of the jungle and hiding from my prey is something I’m tremendously good at. As the sun goes down me and my lion friends sneak through the tall grasses while keeping an eye out for our antelope. It's easy for me to hide from my prey because of my skin color. My tan golden color allows me to hide between tall grasses and not be seen. This camouflage ability is extremely helpful because this way I can attack very easily at night. The large fur on my head makes me and all of my male lion friends look bigger and it intimidates my rivals, attracts females and protects me from another lion's attack. Terrible smell, night vision, strong hands, sharp claws, sharp jaws, rough tongues, and loose skin of the abdomen helps me live in the environment. I am notified about whatever goes on in my area. Nothing gets past me. Nothing at all. For smaller prey I chase and hunt them since they're easier to get but for larger ones it's better for me to sneak up and attack. I have a lot of patience because a slight movement can ruin my whole plan. I have to wait for my prey to come close no matter how long it takes because I need to feed myself and do not want to miss the chance of a fantastic dinner.  

I stare at the deer before me, peacefully eating its grass. My stomach growls loudly. Oops. The last time I ate was a few days ago, and I haven’t found any food since. This is like a jackpot for me. I start to make my way towards my future dinner. I walk as  silently as I can. 

I don’t dare make a noise. One snap of a branch and the deer goes galloping away. They’re scardey-cats like that. My soft padded paws and long legs help me walk easily through the snow without making a sound. No one can detect me. I slide into crouch, and take position in the snow. My coat tends to be paler than any other species of leopards, so I am difficult to spot in the snow. Minutes tick by. Tick….Tick….Tick…

I am anxious but I have no other choice. I wait until just the right moment….and now!

I leap through the air and land a few feet behind the deer. It is startled and starts to run away. Ha. Good try deer, but no one can beat me in a chase. I sprint through the snow, reaching speeds of 35 miles per hour! I catch up to the deer, and bite down on its neck. It’s dead within a few minutes. Dinner is served.