by ..thunder.. » Tue Aug 04, 2015 10:49 pm
|| Matthew ||
Matthew shivered as a gust of cold wind tore through his pelt. He didn't know why, but it was steadily getting colder. Matthew had been on his own for 3 moons now, and he was only 6 moons old. He and his brother, Alfred, used to live with their parents in a twoleg den. The twolegs were nice, until they suddenly left without a trace. His family had been forced to live on the streets where multiple twolegs had taken his family, and almost got him. He was the only one who had escaped.
The grumble of his stomach reminded him of the present, and continued scavenging through the garbage. He didn't know how to hunt. Canacat was so thin he could count his bones. A bark of the dog and a twoleg yelling had him out of the trash and in the outskirts of the forest. Oh how he hated twolegs. Matthew felt a change in the air. He could tell his life would become different if he stepped into that forest. He looked behind at the twoleg world, and walked into the forest.
uhhhhhh can i get uhhhhhhhhhh the ur lion someday?