Post by Storm on Jul 5, 2011 0:53:07 GMT -5
A young skinny brown buck 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 Storm. 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.
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.
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