Doggo Did A Bad

The north lands were not impressive so far. Was it always like this? Or was it just because of the intense summer heat this season? Regardless, it was nice to get out and explore more. Expanding his horizons...but still without a kingdom. The feline pouted, though he was still pretty young anyway. Besides, he needed followers or something, didn't he? Huffing, the young male licked his lips as he thought about it. He'd been left on his own far too early, but there was nothing he could now. His mother was gone, and the others had scattered. It was official, he hated lions and everything about them. It left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, and there wasn't much he could do to get rid of it.

Glancing around, he stared at the vast forest all around him, now free of snow. He'd stop at one large redwood, rising up to dig his claws in and scratch away the bark. Maybe he'd stick around here a bit, assuming this place held any interest.