Post by Leopardkit on Apr 6, 2008 17:02:34 GMT -5
Kelt wtched, terrified, as the croc advanced. He shut his eyes and prepared for pain and death.
Suddenly, a yowl rang out from the bushes above him, and a tawny shape flew in front of him, landing squarely on the head of his approaching enemy. Snarling viciously, the cub ripped and slashed at the head of the croc, blinding it with its own blood. Hissing, its eyes scratched out, it retreated into the water.
The cub turned and faced Kelt. It was a lioness, the same age as Kelt, and she looked spitting mad.
"Idiot," she spat. "Don't you know the river is dangerous? You would have been killed if I hadn't come along!"
Kelt dropped his head in shame. He knew it was true. Suddenly, he felt the cub lick him tenderly between his ears. A delicious feeling tore through him, all the way to the tips of his paws.
"Oh, lighten up," she purred comfortingly. "I didn't mean it. Besides, it's not everyday I get to wrestle a croc!"
For the first time, Kelt looked at her. She was much more lithe than he, and her muscles rippled under her fur. She looked like a cub who had faced hard times, and won. He realized that she didn't belong to his pride, and wondered where she had come from. "What's your name?" he asked her.
A shadow fell across her face, then left again. "Sabrel," she said.
Kelt was about to ask her where she had come from, when a yowl sounded across the grass. With a start, Kelt realized that it was his mother. He glanced at Sabrel, and saw that her fur stood on end, and her eyes blazed fire. "Go!" she whispered urgently. "You shouldn't be seen with me! Go!"
She turned tail, and leapt into the river. He watched her head bobbing at the surface as she swam quickly across. And with a start, he realized...she was from and enemy pride!
Coming Up Next....A Secret Meeting!
Suddenly, a yowl rang out from the bushes above him, and a tawny shape flew in front of him, landing squarely on the head of his approaching enemy. Snarling viciously, the cub ripped and slashed at the head of the croc, blinding it with its own blood. Hissing, its eyes scratched out, it retreated into the water.
The cub turned and faced Kelt. It was a lioness, the same age as Kelt, and she looked spitting mad.
"Idiot," she spat. "Don't you know the river is dangerous? You would have been killed if I hadn't come along!"
Kelt dropped his head in shame. He knew it was true. Suddenly, he felt the cub lick him tenderly between his ears. A delicious feeling tore through him, all the way to the tips of his paws.
"Oh, lighten up," she purred comfortingly. "I didn't mean it. Besides, it's not everyday I get to wrestle a croc!"
For the first time, Kelt looked at her. She was much more lithe than he, and her muscles rippled under her fur. She looked like a cub who had faced hard times, and won. He realized that she didn't belong to his pride, and wondered where she had come from. "What's your name?" he asked her.
A shadow fell across her face, then left again. "Sabrel," she said.
Kelt was about to ask her where she had come from, when a yowl sounded across the grass. With a start, Kelt realized that it was his mother. He glanced at Sabrel, and saw that her fur stood on end, and her eyes blazed fire. "Go!" she whispered urgently. "You shouldn't be seen with me! Go!"
She turned tail, and leapt into the river. He watched her head bobbing at the surface as she swam quickly across. And with a start, he realized...she was from and enemy pride!
Coming Up Next....A Secret Meeting!
