Morohtar found himself walking through the desert, his travels having carried him far from the lands he had known before. His mother's pride, the one he had grown up in had not felt like home to him, their beliefs seemed strange and he had decided to leave. He would have tracked down his father as well but, he had grown use to being by himself that a bit of freedom seemed fun. Now, it was different. He was growing tired of the loneliness of being a rouge. He met lions and other animals, yes, but they never stayed together for long, making it hard for the young lion to find any true friends and he honestly was missing his family.Stopping near an oasis, Morohtar sat upon his haunches, letting his eyes move to look up at the sparkling black sky. The stars seemed to shine brighter in the desert, creating a beautiful work of art.
-_Wish of Tevarae_-