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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 8:03 am
 He stretched. It as the first thing he did every time he woke up, stretch his aching muscles that only ached because he slept so long. Where the male got that trait from couldn't be confirmed. After all, they weren't with their father, and he'd long ago wandered off from his mother's protection. Mato, once a mother's boy, no longer knew who he was. The old him would never have wandered off from mother's side, nor hunted by himself.
But his family was scattered already, and he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. Shifting his weight to his back legs, he stretched out his front and heard several pops. Ah, that felt better already! Dark cyan eyes glanced about for something to eat, or do, or something. He was growing bored of this life. Maybe he should join a pride or.... get a girlfriend or something.
He hardly met anyone anymore, much less females, and they often found him awkward. It was very true, he was very awkward around females, trying to impress them but always coming across a fool. None of them ever found him charming, it seemed. There was one female, but he hadn't seen her in a long time. No doubt she was mated already, or had someone she preferred over him. A frown appeared on his face as he started walking around. Once his paws hit the icy grass, he hissed and jumped. Mato was snapped from his thoughts and looked down. "The hell? It's so damn cold!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 8:12 am
He found plenty of satisfactory entertainment in dashing through the cold grass, flopping over and rolling around before getting up again and running in a new direction. The paths he left behind were as clear as daylight. Anyone could have found him if they'd tried.
Mikaili skidded to a halt, huffing for breath as he laid eyes on another lion. For a moment he was a little hesitant... the other was much bigger than him. But if he stayed close and shouted loud enough maybe Mehta would be able to hear him if trouble came. That decided he bounded towards the other lion who was a pale and stark contrast to his own dark fur color. He looked interesting!
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 8:17 am
While examining the grass again, Mato tilted his head this way and that. It was kind of brittle and really cold, and dead looking. Would it really grow when spring came? His mother told him most of the vegetation died in the winter, but always came back, now he wasn't sure. The cold killed everything, it seemed.
His ears twitched a little as he heard a lot of crunching then a pause. Huh. Turning his head, he blinked at a black cub off in the distance. He knew it was a cub because of how tiny it was. Tail flicking a little, he wondered why it was away from it's mother's side. Well, he wasn't the poster boy for that, so no judgment there.
Then the thing bounded towards him, making Mato take one step back before grinning. It was a boy! They could play and wrestle as long as he kept his strength low. "Heeey!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 8:29 am
Mika's smile grew on his face as the other greeted him. He ran as fast as his four little legs could carry him. "HEY!" That was all he could get out before he was close enough to leap up and make a pounce at the other lion. He reached out and swatted a paw at his ankle, crouched low on his belly.
He hadn't had anyone to play with other than Mehta for a while. He hadn't seen Lhach for a while, even though they'd said they'd play again. It had made him sad to think that maybe she'd gone away.
"What's your name?" He reached out and gave another swipe at the older lion's paw, unable to keep down a little childish giggle of happiness.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 11:33 am
"Mato! I'd say my whole name, but it's long and boring. What's your name?" Of course Mato didn't care if he was swiped at and nibbled on. Cubs played! It's what they did. He swiped back, making sure his claws weren't out. He actually ended up wiggling his toes in front of the shorter one's face, taunting and teasing him. He was a fairly cute cub with those freckles on his face.
Mato straightened out and stretched before tossing his mane out of his eyes. He was big, he knew, even for an adolescent.
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