Jela crept silently away from the sleeping lions; she couldn't stand being told what to do. This is the last time I try to fit into a pride, she thought. She glanced warily around, then leapt quietly from the den into the open. Freedom! She took a deep breath and bounded away.
Jela sighed, it was about midday now, and she was hungry and thirsty. She hadn't been able to stop for water when she left; it might've taken too long and she would've been caught if she made the slightest noise. She looked down at the ground, there were tracks of many animals, and all were leading the same direction. She followed them and poked her head cautiously out of the golden grass. A stream was a few feet in front of her, and nothing was there at the moment. She crept gleefully out and lowered her hea, tongue extended, to taste the clear, fresh liquid. It tasted slightly sweet, and cool. She purred with satisfaction as she drank for several straight minutes.
Now for food, she thought as she lifted her head. Worry creased her face as she noticed several of the prints were lions'-she couldn't be sighted, and definitely not caught. She sighed and crept into the golden grass again, this time fully aware that someone was watching her...