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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:34 pm
 Tenderthought was everyday given a choice, stay and help or leave and learn. She always chose to learn, given the choice. She was one whom loved choices, her Mother was full of them, in fact the whole pride was. This she admired more and more as she grew up. So long as chores were completed as asked she could do as she pleased. Even when her Mother acted strangely, compared to the rest, she never disobeyed. Once upon a time she asked her Father why her Mother seemed different then the rest of the parents and he explained she wasn't born here, but raised here.
This hadn't made much sense, but neither did the fact that Tenderthought felt like an adult, but appeared young and frail. She wasn't frail though, quite the opposite, but her strengths laid further more with what her Mother called learning. This learning process of hers could be different on many levels, what Tenderthought loved most was exploring.
It was this that she would do today,she began heading away from the family den and aimed quietly for the outskirts of the pack.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:28 pm
 Fallingsun padded along the pack boarders, he was training himself for when he would one day become a scout for his pack. He was very serious about doing the best he could an d fulfilling his duties, he tried to give himself an early start. His paws were soft as he walked along the outskirts and kept his eyes and ears alert for any sign or intruders or strange things. He acted serious when it came to his duties but inside he was still a cub. Often they were worried he would become to serious and would let that control his life.
He would love to travel outside of the pack one day, he loved the idea of not knowing where his paws will take him. He sighed and looked at a large steep rock by the border. He pawed at it carefully and then made his way up to the top where he sat and looked out into the unknown lands. He wondered what other creatures lived along this land span. He imagined the fierce rouges the elders told him about or the pride battles. He wondered if they would ever have a battle her in the Peke'na. He hoped not but if he had to he would be ready to warn them.
Infatuated with his imagination he soon began to paw at the air as if a swarm of avian's were attacking him, just like the stories his mother told him. He was still young and loved to reenact the stories he was told.
"Be gone pestering flies!" He yelled into the air as he swatted away and then knocked himself to the rock as though one of their imaginary sharps beak had hit his side.
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