if you give a lion a lemon
06-18-2019, 09:36 PM
Cannival From Cannival's tree she could see far across the rapids and beyond, she had grown quite fond of it and the way it partially hung over the burnt thicket that she used to call home. The lioness spent much of her time lounging on it's branches, nearly hidden by the canopy of leaves that hung above. She had gathered some food for the kill pile, and was taking a much needed break. Golden eyes surveyed the land carefully for any signs of trouble. The fear of the fire still had hold of her, and the large cat did not want to see Abaven go through such a crisis again. Her eyes grew sleepy as she lay, and just before they squeezed themselves shut she saw a rustling in the grass ahead. A small, grey and blue form darted across the land towards a large rock. Cannival squinted at the distant figure- it was too light to be her friend Motif, but still bore the colors of Shaye and Rhyme. This must be one of her siblings. The pup was definitely moving with a purpose, though, and curiosity filled the cat. Leaping down from the tree, she began a brisk pace towards the large rock. She came into view at the same time the pup would reach it. "Looking for something?" Cannival offered warmly. |