[The Last Raven]

The young cheetah stopped running and his head whipped around. His mother wasn't with him. Where had she gone? Where were his brothers and sisters? Terrified animals charged all around him, trying to escape the roaring fire that threatened to engulf them. Panic began to rise in his tiny chest and he began calling for his mother. Far away, his call was answered. He waited, believing that his mother would appear at any moment. A strangeled cry suddenly rose into the air as a resounding snap echoed all around as a flaming tree hurtled toward the ground. Screams filled the young ones ears as he was forced to listen to the agonized death of his family in the flames. "Mother!" he yowled. He continued to stand there, crying and watching as the fire continued to grow.

[The Last Raven]

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[snatcher]

*hugs the cheeta* poor little guy.. epic artwork though

[The Last Raven]

Thanks.

I just realized though how disfigured his face is. *headdesk* Grrr.

[essemache]

Nah...... He's so cute, *feels sorry for cheetah and takes him home*

[The Last Raven]

Awww. well thank you.