Post by hige on Sept 23, 2007 13:37:04 GMT -5
Setting:India
Raja purred at the scene. As he looked out over the lake, he grinned. What a wonderful life he had, a warrior in the great clan of the Tigers;roaming the forests in search of prey, playing with the cubs in the rivers and streams, and times like this, watching a pink-blue sky turn to gold. The sun was setting, and Raja shivered, his huge orange and black pelt rippling with the movement. He kneaded the ground with his claws to wear off some energy, then turned for home at a steady lope. Raja was a male Caspian tiger, and although they wern't the biggest tigers, they were brave and fierce. Raja dropped suddenly to a crouch. A *meowl!* broke the silence.The tiger overturned a pile of red leaves with his paw. In them lay a tiny kitten, it's big blue eyes staring at Raja. 'Meow...'it trailed away as it saw him. Raja pushed his nose right up against the small creature, snuffling it to scent it's mother. It was only a common house-cat, probably run away from home, thought Raja. Ah well. None of his buissness. He turned and padded off. There was a scuffling noise from behind him. The kit was sitting on the ground, it's head tilted to one side questioningly.'What!' grunted Raja. The kitten remained silent. Raja turned again for home, only to be followed by another scampering noise. 'Agh, i've had enough!' muttered the tiger. He picked the kit up by it's scruff, ignoring it's squeals of indignation, and plonked it down on a log. 'You stay here until someone else finds you, you here!' said Raja. The kit cast it's watercolour eyes down, somewhat ashamed, or frightened. 'Good.' Raja bounded off at a speed most tigers, let alone kittens, would not be able to reach. He was nearing camp when a howl echoed throught the forest. Oh no, the kit!thought Raja. He raced back to where he had found the kit, past the gushing river, past the stone ruins, past the human dwellings. In the clearing, a menacing black wolf snarled at the kit, who was taking brave swipes at it's nose. Raja was about to intervene when one of the kit's claws hit home, in the middle of the wolf's nose. 'Arggggggg!' cried the wolf, who then burrowed his nose into the earth to cool it. Raja gave him a thump. 'Don't go picking on innocent little kits!'he hissed, and the wolf, sensing he had lost this one, slumped off through he trees. Raja looked down at the kit, who he now felt proud of, and picked him up and put him at the back of his nech so that he could carry him home. The kitten amused itself, playing with Raja's ears, singing/yowling to itself, and generally creating a racket. As they reached the outskirts of camp, butterflies flew in Raja's stomach. What would the clan say when he took this kit home?
Should i write more?
Raja purred at the scene. As he looked out over the lake, he grinned. What a wonderful life he had, a warrior in the great clan of the Tigers;roaming the forests in search of prey, playing with the cubs in the rivers and streams, and times like this, watching a pink-blue sky turn to gold. The sun was setting, and Raja shivered, his huge orange and black pelt rippling with the movement. He kneaded the ground with his claws to wear off some energy, then turned for home at a steady lope. Raja was a male Caspian tiger, and although they wern't the biggest tigers, they were brave and fierce. Raja dropped suddenly to a crouch. A *meowl!* broke the silence.The tiger overturned a pile of red leaves with his paw. In them lay a tiny kitten, it's big blue eyes staring at Raja. 'Meow...'it trailed away as it saw him. Raja pushed his nose right up against the small creature, snuffling it to scent it's mother. It was only a common house-cat, probably run away from home, thought Raja. Ah well. None of his buissness. He turned and padded off. There was a scuffling noise from behind him. The kit was sitting on the ground, it's head tilted to one side questioningly.'What!' grunted Raja. The kitten remained silent. Raja turned again for home, only to be followed by another scampering noise. 'Agh, i've had enough!' muttered the tiger. He picked the kit up by it's scruff, ignoring it's squeals of indignation, and plonked it down on a log. 'You stay here until someone else finds you, you here!' said Raja. The kit cast it's watercolour eyes down, somewhat ashamed, or frightened. 'Good.' Raja bounded off at a speed most tigers, let alone kittens, would not be able to reach. He was nearing camp when a howl echoed throught the forest. Oh no, the kit!thought Raja. He raced back to where he had found the kit, past the gushing river, past the stone ruins, past the human dwellings. In the clearing, a menacing black wolf snarled at the kit, who was taking brave swipes at it's nose. Raja was about to intervene when one of the kit's claws hit home, in the middle of the wolf's nose. 'Arggggggg!' cried the wolf, who then burrowed his nose into the earth to cool it. Raja gave him a thump. 'Don't go picking on innocent little kits!'he hissed, and the wolf, sensing he had lost this one, slumped off through he trees. Raja looked down at the kit, who he now felt proud of, and picked him up and put him at the back of his nech so that he could carry him home. The kitten amused itself, playing with Raja's ears, singing/yowling to itself, and generally creating a racket. As they reached the outskirts of camp, butterflies flew in Raja's stomach. What would the clan say when he took this kit home?
Should i write more?