Post by Kuwasha on Jun 23, 2011 12:08:31 GMT -5
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A young skinny white lion slips out of camp. Threw the night the glowing stars the gentle shining moon and stars. The glow of them. The gentle wind. Threw that all you heard gentle paw steps of the White tom. Who was it it was Kuwasha. The new lion was going for a walk. His fur flowing gently in the wind. He smiles. It was relaxing tonight, For once in his life he was relaxing.He smiles and lays down on a hill. The soft grass touching his belly. He looks up to the stars and sighs. Recently his brother Fang had died. He missed him but knew Fang was watching over. He smiles then shakes his head, He was remembering all the bad luck him and crystal his sister has had. He sighs and shakes his head shaking it off for now.
He looks off into the stars the moon the sky it all was shining so beautifully. He smiles. But shakes his head all that was running threw his mind was what people would think of him.
He was also wondering if anyone would like him if they knew his story. He shakes his head and shuts his deep deep blue eyes enjoying the night. His head lay on his paws, It almost looked like he was sleeping but he wasn't he was simply enjoying the night. The gentle wind blowing threw his black fur. The moon and stars shinning over him. It was a perfect night. Now all he needed was to share it with someone.
But he knew that wouldn't happen the young lion was white with blue eyes. He had scar marks all over him. There was one long scar mark down his back and one on his eye he could be the White scar. But he was nice. He sighs and licks his scars before sitting down and singing a song.
[/glow]He looks off into the stars the moon the sky it all was shining so beautifully. He smiles. But shakes his head all that was running threw his mind was what people would think of him.
He was also wondering if anyone would like him if they knew his story. He shakes his head and shuts his deep deep blue eyes enjoying the night. His head lay on his paws, It almost looked like he was sleeping but he wasn't he was simply enjoying the night. The gentle wind blowing threw his black fur. The moon and stars shinning over him. It was a perfect night. Now all he needed was to share it with someone.
But he knew that wouldn't happen the young lion was white with blue eyes. He had scar marks all over him. There was one long scar mark down his back and one on his eye he could be the White scar. But he was nice. He sighs and licks his scars before sitting down and singing a song.
