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Post by Arsenic on Sept 22, 2011 19:35:28 GMT -5
Small and barely audible pawsteps took place on the path amoung the talking of lionesses and lions, claiming and rejecting of their growls. The small cub was tiny compared to all of them. It was sudenly quiet for a few seconds as everyone thought of what to do next, then the chatter reappeared. She dopped her tail and dragged it behind her a few more steps before she flopped down on her side and watched the adult lions do their dailey buisness of choosing and claiming and rejecting and claiming again, only to repeat, talking amoungst themselves. Back and forth she dragged her tail in the dirt, making a small line of dust and flattening the ground where it rocked.
Her blue eyes scanned the lions again before she closed them to rest, still scraping her tail along the flattened surface of the ground.
It had already been a long morning.
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