Thanks:
Maliki strode out of the cave into the warm summer sunrise. Dawn was longing to wait longer: The sky was a beautiful pink but the half-moon still shone as bright as the sun. He shook his blue mane, wondering where everyone else was. He then remembered.
I'm alone now. I will start my pride- nd I will start it now. Today is the time for action. No one will suspect an attack. But then he thought,
I don't want
to attack! I want to be peaceful. But why? And then he knew.
I must find orphaned lions like myself and take them into my pride. I must! Nothing can be achieved through war! Things can only be achieved via peace! And then:
VIA! Am I going nutz? He laughed, and looked down over the Savannah. He would find his home. He would find hi family. And he would find them now.
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Maliki concentrated on moving a boulder. After last night's tornado he had hidden in a cave, blocking the way with a boulder. He had taken out that one, but he had doubly sealed the tunnel with another boulder. Which he could not move an inch. He pushed, hard. Zit. He groaned, leaning against the giant stone. It creaked and fell out under his weight. He did thre backwards somersaults, banging his head each time. (
Ow, ow, and ow) to rest on a sandy dune right outside of the cave, getting a mouthful of sand. After spitting out (or swallowing) the sand, he chuckled merrily, amused. But he wouldn't be amused for long.
More to come later! I hope to get another pound pet so that I can build up my pride. I don't really want to trade in a pet. I never have.

Thanks For Everything,
Ann1016
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Maliki