I've been working on it for about three days and I kind of like it so I might work on the rest soon. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.Prologue:
Night. There’s a full moon out. A mad scurry of paws in the undergrowth. Silence as I lie still, listening. It is only the crickets chirping. Another dash, paws flying, lightening-fast. Almost there. Should be close… YES! There it is, beneath its mother’s paws, sound asleep. This will be tricky. Have patience, you’ll be rewarded soon enough.
The mother is turning, leaving her baby unsheltered for mere seconds. Now is your chance! Go on! Grab it! Got it! The mother doesn’t seem to have noticed. Neither does the child. Feels almost lifeless. No need to stay here much longer. Better leave before someone learns of my treachery.
The moon is out, pale as death. I have to bring this safely home to my clan, and with great speed. Must be careful not to wake the child though. Thirty feet from the Caves, an agonizing shriek splits the night. Oh no! They have discovered! Other voices now, shouting. I hear my name being called. I take flight.
The baby seems to have woken, and it is squirming. Too young to yell for help. What luck. The voices are getting louder as the pride is rousing. Better hurry or I will be caught. Voices are getting still louder. What is that noise? I have been spotted! They are chasing me!
Large thicket nearby. If I can make it there in time, I can get lost in the trees. They will never track me there, even with their keen noses. The scents of the marigolds there will be too strong for them. If I can climb one of those trees, I might be able to escape detection.
I glance back. They are gaining on me, though I am still concealed in shadows. I sprint toward the trees ahead. Faster! Faster! The baby is whimpering, but no words come out. I think it is blind.
I am frantic now. The pride is only fifty feet behind me. Words are now audible. “She’s got the baby!” they cry, “STOP HER!”
Thicket is far from reach. I cannot make it. Seventy feet… fifty feet… twenty feet… I will not make it… I close my eyes. I have made it! Just behind me, there is the thundering of paws on grass. I am still running, though I am taking great care to remain hidden as well. Ugh! This place reeks of flowers! At least it’ll keep those fools at bay…
Curses. These trees are too pliable to climb. What now? They are getting close. Soon I will be detected, and then what? They will surely kill me. My Master will be greatly displeased… What is that? An old rotting log? Perfect! I will wait them out. We’ll see who has more wits here. Scramble in, careful not to mar the child! The Master wants it alive and uninjured. If the Master is unhappy, I will be punished severely, in ways the Desert Lions can not even begin to imagine.
Screaming and yelling everywhere. It is driving me crazy. Those fools! Will they never stop? Don’t they know it’s hopeless? Branches and boughs are cracking everywhere. Every rock is being upturned. They will not take any chances. Will they find me? I think not. After all, this log is so old and rotting, and it is so dark out, they might not even notice it at all. May the spirits keep me safe tonight, I pray. I put a paw over the baby’s mouth, just in case.
Three hours pass. Finally they acknowledge defeat. Crestfallen, they leave with their heads drooped in shame. But they are not through yet. They will send endless search parties throughout the Desertlands in search of their beloved little heir. Who is in my grasp without them able to do anything about it. I suppress a howl of laughter. Patience. You will be rewarded soon enough.
I wait for a few minutes, then emerge from my hiding spot, victorious. Razor sharp fangs break into a cruel grin. Red eyes shining with glee. Thank the Great Spirits for their kindness. I grab the baby by the scruff of his neck and bound toward my Master’s realm. My new home.
. There was already a role play about her, but this story's a little different. I should probably start working on Chapter 1. That's when it gets really interesting. 