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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:12 pm
((An RP for all cubs in the Misty lands. And their respective parents when they deam it time to come get them xd ))
There were plenty of new sights and smells for the small ball of white fur and stone hair to explore. Orange orbs peeked out of foliage, small paws scrambled over fallen logs, and a still-small nose twitched at the many smells around its owner.
Scurrying up a fallen tree that had not yet managed to sepperate from the rest of the trunk, Zimwi stood at the top, breathing in deeply the air around him. He couldn't help but smile to himself, finding he liked this place. Other than the black lion he'd seen before, he'd only seen pale lions so far. To him, it was heaven. Sitting down, he looked about, suddenly wishing for other cubs to play with.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:55 pm
Ewansiha had sneaked away from the den again; and tried to talk Nogea into coming as well, though his crimson brother might have stayed with their mother. No matter. It was nice to be exploring! So many new scents and things to paw at and puddles to splash in.
His white legs were mudstained as he padded through the undergrowth but he was smiling. 'Siha hadn't meet anyone else but his family. He was almost hoping to run into something. Maybe a hina-yah thing, so he could chase 'em back to their graveyard. Hmm. Or just another cub would do.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:03 pm
So wrapped up in his own world, Zimwi didn't notice the other cub. His tail dangled from the log where he sat, his mind running about. He had the odd idea of being a king here in a land of pale lions, but it needed a name... Oh, that was too hard to do! Who needed to be a KING? So instead, he occupied his mind with the idea of other lions who were white.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:18 pm
Finding a good rock, moss covered and flat topped, 'Siha claimed it as his vantage point. From which he could see a leg danging down. A white leg. He froze for a few minutes, thinking. It was an older cub, he thought, but who knew? Well, he would, that's who!
Leaving his rock, he padded over towards the leg. As stealthily as a very young, startlingly coloured, unwary lion cub can be. That is to say, he broke two twigs, rustled some leaves and stood out against the green like a sore paw.
"Hello"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:40 pm
The white cub jumped, letting out a startled yell. His claws dug into the trunk as he slipped off, managing to keep from falling. With some effort, he scrambled up, then peeked over the edge. "Oh!" It was another cub! "Hi!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:06 pm
The second white (well, basely white) cub smiled. Not because the other had fallen, but because he's made him jump - Ewansiha made more noise than a herd of elephants, always. "Hey. I am Siha. You?"
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