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Twilight was beginning to descend upon the wide open Savannah. Soon it would be time to wake her mother so she could do the night hunt. Because of their differences in pelt color, Ramla had found she could more easily hunt during the day and her mother at night. They traveled slowly, but where fairly well fed considering it was just the pair of them.

Their pride was scattered now, and so staying together as a family was more important to them than ever. Her sisters and brothers where gone, her mothers partner, gone. While she hoped to one day see them again, hope was fleeting in this wide open place.

Ramla sat and curled her tail around her paws as she sat and contemplated the events which had changed her life. She couldnt remember much if anything of why the pride fell, but they had been scattered and gathered back together once. The females of her pride where strong, smart, and cunning. They had found eachother again and started new, it could be done again.

Her paws lightly began to knead against the soul, deep inside she knew that it was time to start searching for a new home. The rogue life was not what her or her mother desired. The problem, was finding like minded females. It seemed, for whatever reason, that most thought the males where better hunters, and the females left with the cubs. Those encounters had been baffling at first and now, steadily seemed to be the normal. Which left Ramla irritated and discontent.

Ramla huffed a little bit as she looked up into the sky watching the clouds change into bright hued colors as the sun descended and night began to make its way. The air was slowly growing cooler, slightly less humid. All of which was a welcome change.

With a flick of her tail she shook, casting one glance back at her mother and the surrounding area. Free of anyone near by she thought it might be safe to go and get a drink. Seeing a shape toward the stream wasnt a rare sight. They had been using the river as a constant water source for days now, navigating by the shoreline. One thing was true about all life in the Savannah. Water is life. And as such, using this strategy had helped to keep them alive for the mean time. Even this stream had a chance of drying up into nothing.

The fact that the shape was another feline didnt entirely deterr her. Ramla walked, cautiously, towards the stream and kept a wary eye on the white furred new comer. As she got closer, she could see the strange adornment on her head, a small chuckle escaped her. "I bet there is a story behind that." She called out to the leopardess, indicating the skill mask. Though she was wary, she didnt see the harm in attempted conversation, alot could be proven about someone in how they greeted you. At least it wasnt a lowly male sniffing around.

Ramla watched the leopardess a bit, tilting her head to the side and finally leaning down to take a drink from the stream. She listened to her reply, which out of replies that could be given, she found quite acceptable from a stranger. She finished her drink and raised her head, looking up at her with a careful gaze.

"Oh I suppose we all have a story, in our own way. I'm Ramla, pleased to meet you stranger. We havent had many pass our way in some time. You have a good head on your shoulders, well.. I suppose two of them." she smirked a little bit and glanced back towards the still sleeping and sound form of her mother. "Care to share, tale for tale? "

Ramla sat back on her haunches and listened to the story. Though she tried to keep a calm expression she was angered by how the leopardess' ex-mate had fled and treated her. On some primal level she was completely out raged at the notion. It went against every bone in her body for a male to behave in such a manner, it was not only cruel but displayed no honor. Males such as he had no right in this world.

Clearing her throat some Ramla realized her claws where digging into the soft soil a little bit, and she shrugged her shoulders to lightly sooth herself so her tone would not betray her ire.

"My heart aches for the pain that you have been through, truely. But you have risen from the ashes of your former life into a proud and strong warrior. One day you will find a mate who is your equal in all ways, and males only for breeding when needed." her words might have sounded a little strange with out knowing that in her pride females where bonded to other females. At least that had always been tradition.


Knowing that, Ramla continued, hoping that her story and her traditions where not too confusing to follow. "My homeland was a lush and wonderful jungle. The most highly decorated lions where vibrant in color as the birds in the sky and the flowers that sometimes bloom in this horrid Savannah. We where a matriarchal pride, ruled by a council of head mothers from each of the clans or families. Female joined with female, and the males where only used for breeding and for rearing the children. Though we loved our fathers, sons, nephews. They simply where the weaker of the sexes and didnt have the understanding it took to lead. They had their own section of the pride. One day, sickness began to spread through out the pride, and as it had done in the past it began to take its toll... we fled, broke up into smaller groups we left our home and have been scattered into this land of brutality and ...lack of morals. " her nose wrinkled lightly with distane. "I will never understand this world and what is considered "normal."

Ramla shook her head a little bit and issued a small sigh, "Sadly, we have scattered to the winds. I havent heard of anyone since we fled. Only my mother and myself. I keep hoping that maybe, around the next bend, or at the next watering hole I'll see someone or hear of them coming through...but its always the same. To tell you the truth I'm beginning to lose hope "

She rolled her shoulders, the cloud of her doubt hanging low over her head but he shook herself and pulled deep into the reserves of her inner strength to pull back and away from the doubt and anger that filled her and back into the present. "Still, we cant be the only ones around. Even if they have changed their ways and gone on to other prides, our blood is out there somewhere. Our values stay with myself and my mother.. Perhaps one day we will start the pride a-new. If not us, then maybe my cubs. " she chuckled and flashed a small smile. "All it takes is finding a few liked minded females and males who truely know their place after all."