The half-blind cheetess yawned, stretching and extending her claws. She opened her one minty-green eye, glancing around the den. Her twin cubs were asleep, as was her mate. The scarred, spotted wildcat got up and tip-toed out of the den, making sure her non-sheathable claws didn't touch the cold rocky floor. She looked around, moving her head so that her one eye could see everything, and she sat down, watching the sunset. The many streams and rivers glistened dark orange as the sun painted the dark blue sky yellow and gold. The River Pride queen looked like a zombie and sometimes felt like one. And she was definitely not a lion. She was different. She didn't care. As long as she had her mate and cubs, then she was happy. One eye was plenty.