The-Misfit-Pride

Tafara hesitated in the entrance, her paws glued to the ground with nervousness. She'd never been to the Life Tree mark before. She had recognized a few lions on the way from Living Falls, but none had even glanced her way. It had only been a short time since she joined the pride, but still, she didn't have even one lion to call friend. "Hello? Skylar?" Her low melodic voice rumbled back in her ears as her timid question reverberated through the den. She couldn't see the electric healer from her hesitant vantage point, but she wasn't sure where else to look. She'd assumed that after the destruction of her home, the healer would have made the

     A huge form stirred in the grassy hut. The floor was covered with soft, dried grasses, the wood walls topped with a thatch roof. The form's maned head lifted itself from the grass, and jaws enormous enough to snap a large tree limb in half stretched in a lazy yawn. Slowly the cat stood up, arching his back in a morning stretch. The day was hot, as it usually was this time of year in his home. Masavoa shook the dry bits from his blue-striped pelt, the left his hut to greet the day.     It was early dawn, the light outside still little enough to reveal the florescent glow of his blue stripes and irises. He padded to his normal spot, a ri