[The other ones are on hiatus.
By the way, will you hate me if I use Chaltuu?]
A tall, rather thin lioness strolled across the savanna. Her pelt didn't exactly match the pale golden grass- which made it rather difficult to hunt. She felt a surge of frustration- she hadn't eaten for a few days and her belly rumbled with discomfort.
She scuffed her paws across the grassy ground, her ears flicking with annoyance and impatience as she paced restlessly. Her long, hooked, sharp claws were kneading at the ground, creating little dents in the soft earth beneath her paws. She needed food, and Spirits forbid that she find anything worth eating.