King 28

Chapter 18 : The disappearance of King Tawny ( 2nd King - under study , of Sundaya )

It was still morning as the hour of one continues to pass. , while Tawny steadily walks to the right passing by the official King and Queen's throne. He grins looking straight in the direction of his big crush/frienemy's tower where a myraid of cats lounge around comfortably killing time in the day. It bothered him .. losing for the first time in a battle or a competitive match of " Attack , jog and run " against another male lion. , plus making a scene in front of the many lioness of Queen Destiny's core of lioness , after the long gap stretching to the right and mostly left .. has arrived.

Including his story that'll be told forever in Sundaya for all cats to know until the day he dies. He snarls under his breath just on the topic like he can't get enough. Then he walks left straight and gently goes through bright yellow , corn colored and auburn streaks to the top strands of grass. , further then slips down onto the dirt ground. He keeps walking onto a ledge of sand and tiny bouquets of grass two length long noticing the path has crashed inside the cold water.

If you were to look further below , the gap would have piled up rocks leaving you no choice but to jump. He reaches the edge then looks up in annoyance praying silently to Kinny in his furry head , stands on his long , hind , furry two's then hops into the cold , refreshing water at the surface , but has went below like he expected to float. He shivers wrapping his furry , muscular , long arms/paws around themselves and his six pack , furry chest. , while his pushed back , soaked , furry to golden , reddish orange streaked , very long mane lays comfortably onto both of his furry shoulders where it can be seen and his whiskers drop diagonally to the left and right side.

He brings his huge , furry paws carrying a medium puddle to his furry face rubbing the gushy , fierce , red blood away from the entrance of his nose and mane. He knew that every cat needs a dip at some event in he/she's furry life so might as well do it now .. rather than later. He begins to walk at the diagonal right where an exit out of the water is , then uses his sharp claws to dig inside beneath the ledge. , and sticks his paws forward paw after paw until back on sand , green grass and rocks.

He slowly gets up and sits upright slouching his long , furry back then crept closer to see his reflection on the surface of the water. He growls under his breath remembering the last time he looked at the water and ends up seeing his Mom as a royal of his spoiled , royal family and his father as another royal of their family but always tries to negotiate - so that it works in his favor , with the first King of Sundaya , his collision , Uncle , Guardian of Sundaya and Indenius itself. He lifts his right , furry paw quickly up towards his furry face and unleashes all of his claws. , coming off ready to do what he wanted so badly to do if Marisoul and Jobbs hadn't stopped him.

He grins with much thought to himself on what he's about to do , almost wanting to consider it. .. Then he forcefully scratches himself taking such an abusive lick. His nose has a baby scratch along with three , medium , skinny scratches on his left , furry cheek almost filled with red , uncontrollable , rushing blood like it has healed or it was protected to avoid any infection. Muscles within his furry face create a furry , sinful and lunatic look onto the surface of the water as his reflection. , almost now that the white , lazy fog comes over the surface of the water. - Within such little seconds as the fog comes , he is satisfied of his tough , furry , dis loving look that could be permanent for the rest of his furry life.

Afterwards , he slowly turns around walking straight away from the long , stretched pond. He comes across what seems to be a culvasic area along with steep hills and a broken twin tree that is directly in front of him. There were no cats around , cubs that wander off unsupervised , and teenage male and female cats whether a couple or friends out to explore. , and up for drama and trouble instead of lounging around in the den cub sitting their younger siblings. It's like a waste land here.

Tawny begins to walk further scanning the empty area taking in every little detail no matter how far or close by it is. , from almost nearly EVERY angle. So very quickly , he felt ' something ' or a ' cat ' is out here already listening and responding closely to awkward noises. , besides nature and other living things. .. He stood in the middle of the twin log two meters away from it , at it's right side with his usual , serious , furry look onto his furry , now scratched up face. Abit narrow eyed either in anger , upset , ferocious and fierceness while the tip of his long , fluffy tail daintly swings abit left and right in silence.

Soon - oh so very soon , a male lion tackles Tawny as the lions fly over the twin log. Sharp claws coming from long , hind legs to paws already out into the air at furry skin , snout - access to almost anywhere , tails , fur and mane swinging in all directions. - if possible , while once on the ground , Tawny quickly rises to his long , hind , furry fours and charges at him taking the first , confident hit then steps back. , still keeping his light hazel , eyes on the male lion. The male lion on the left moves backwards taken by the lick then stops to look at the opposite male cat : Tawny. He looks at Tawny's usual , furry face features such as a very long , pushed back mane in colors golden and reddish orange streaked. , pass his furry shoulders behind his back. To golden , furry , faded , soft and light brown streaked ' n shaded fur all over his long , furry body. Six pack chest , small nose , big , furry head/face. Long whiskers , big , furry ears , and long , furry tail stretched out .. in all his usual , cocky pride.

Tawny looks back at the male lion who has , a complete afro fully on both sides the color of plain , faded and visible brown with white streaks. Old and - what looks to be , bony , almost long , furry figure. Long , hind legs , front , long arms/paws , half , furry tail , big ears , long and almost cut , scattered sets of whiskers , pitch black on both left and right , furry cheeks below his cracked , dry , gasping in thirst looking , furry snout. A baby , gray colored nose , light yellow , faded fur and bright lavender eyes.

He spoke in a very deep , country accent and also very rude as a tough cat who's been through a lot in his furry life. , and that his furry face shouldn't be judged.

Lion 56 : " Y'll looking fer tr'uble or do y'll got a bone te pick ? "

Tawny blinks at him. , obviously not liking his approach towards him. .. Refraining from wanting to seriously ' have ' a bone to pick with him ! Whether he knows this old , male lion or not.

Tawny : * still narrow eyed * " At ease stranger. Just out and about. Where in the world am I ? "

Lion 56 : " At der other side of sun land a ' course ! There's another o'ter part of this land y'll know. .. Not only to thee right ... "

Tawny : " I am aware that on the right side - in which I just came from , is : " The Bad Pits of Uprising. " What's it called - if I remember , on the left .. ahead ? "

Lion 56 : " Juviellse Dawn. "

Tawny : " Hmmm. .. What do you ' know ' about this land ... " Juviellse Dawn ? " "

Lion 56 : " No critter ever sur'ived at Dawn. Them pretadors lurk about in darkness and purty , bright rays wh'le every thang is colored in pitch dark. "

Tawny : " Mmh. I see. Have you ever visited or took a glimpse ? Or went in ? "

Lion 56 : " N'pe ! Ain't no way m'boy. N'ver. , - Weeell since y'll so pati-ent and underm'nding , I did thught ' bout it as well as thankin. ' "

Tawny : " Did you really go ? "

Lion 56 : " Mmmh. Uh-oh. - "

He says it like he's interested while moaning at the same time. Then he continues.

Lion 56 : " Actu'ally , just took ' bout tre or ' our steps and what not. "

Tawny : " Then what ? "

Lion 56 : " Wa'ked out and then went ' bout mi ' uisness ! Ain't my concern. Heck , f' eling young and choosin ' life ! "

He begins to laugh very high pitched like .. not like a mouse but like his laughs had beats to it with a huge add of dramatic. Like it really wasn't that funny.

Tawny looks into space thinking about what the old cat has said. , as the old , male lion hops over the twin log onto the left side and begins to shake his mane while humming a jazz like tune.

Tawny spoke up. , he energetically leaps over the top and pops up in front of the old , male lion number fifty six. , who looks up and down at him. No longer in doubt , easily seeing the kind of lion he really is. Although judgement comes first.

Tawny : " Hold on a minute now , ... how long you've been around here ? H-How can I get to Juviellse ? "

Lion 56 : " ... - "

The old , male lion looks at Tawny up and down again then sticks his furry head to the right. , coming to the conclusion that light , hazel eyes belonging to Tawny .. must've came straight out of that direction Tawny already came out of.

He's right.

Lion 56 : " Mmh ! , y'll must be from them sun land. ' normous land ruled by the hot Queen ! * wolf whistles * She's a dawl ! , she's a dawl ! "

Tawny snarls at the old , male lion as he quickly moves back away from Tawny. , who's claws already unleashed from his furry , front paws to long , hind legs much faster than the word " quick ". On solid , grassy ground and long , furry tail straight to the left. , while the fluffy , furry tip is up like a backwards water faucet.

He snaps , more than a twig can after being stepped on.

Tawny : * abit narrow eyed * " Don't you dare .. go there with my love. * un narrow eyed , rather relaxed * I've done all that I could for her , until that good-for-nothing servant and old , secret lover of her's - that I ' still ' love , became King - ... mmh. "

His voice calms down before taking a deep breath. He shakes his furry head abit almost hopelessly to the old , male lion.

Tawny : " I don't know why I'm telling you this. You don't know what it's like in Sundaya. It's ' like ' I'm talking nonsense. "

He retracts his claws into his furry , front paws and long , furry , hind legs put together. , then shakes his furry head/scratched up face abit in some sadness rather than hopelessness. Even his big , furry ears go down , pressed against his furry head/mane. Mainly his mane.

Lion fifty six makes a sort of sucking noise : * tsk , tsk , tsk * to Tawny like he's almost saying : " For shame , for shame ... " Then he spoke feeling uncomfortable , already at a point to have no words left to say. Like his response didn't seem sincere and true.

Lion 56 : " I , ap'logize. Didn't realize ya had thangs really tough in sun land. Y'll ' right ? "

Tawny almost quickly picks his furry head/face up then pushes his furry , six pack chest out while standing onto his long , furry fours. His nonsense/business back in Sundaya squashed. It doesn't matter to him - means nothing , any more. , redeeming his usually tough and made of stone - almost like Queen Destiny , furry composure though it's okay to break down abit.

Know that he's a lion too. , that has feelings and shouldn't allow himself to not feel anything at all. Especially in this situation he's in.

Tawny : ( barely lying ) " I'm fine. Don't act soft on me. .. What's your name ? "

Lion 56 : " B'uedume. What do you call y'll call yer self young cat ? "

Tawny : " Classified. I've got a bad reputation. You might get my history all wrong. "

B'uedume : " Yer probably ' ight. Even though I know ' ining of sun land to tthhhe right. "

Tawny : " Mmh. I see. "

There comes a dead silence between B'uedume and Tawny. Tawny walks pass B'uedume straight then looks ahead at the small , separate bouquet of tall , lime , bright green grass along with bald , lifeless , solid ground.

B'uedume turns his whole , furry , almost long body to Tawny then spoke up who has already made his furry way. , leaping over the twin log sitting to the left almost where the log started and unleashes his claws coming from his right , furry paw.

B'uedume : " How do yer feel ' bout the dawl of sun land ? ... "

He continues. , not even Tawny knowing whether the old , male lion was finished talking or not.

B'uedume : " Can't believe .. - Weeell , heard there's a King now. "

Tawny : " Wha - ? Hold up. How do you know about the name of the enormous , furry kingdom I just came from ? What do you know about the Queen ? , do you know her name ? "

B'uedume pauses still looking at Tawny.

Tawny : " Have you been roaming our furry land while I was King or the Queen in general ? ! "

B'uedume : " Now I gots-ta stop ya ' ight there partner ! Don't ' precia-te ya askin ' que'tions ! "

Tawny gets abit narrow eyed above his furry , light , hazel eyes directly at B'uedume. , in much defense on how much information he has heard him say about Sundaya that he ' hasn't ' told him yet.

He raises his voice in anger while moving in a hard , furry stance that's so fed up at this point - putting his front , furry arms/paws onto the twin log that has been there. His voice remains normal as always , but like he's snarling in danger or grunting.

Tawny : * abit narrow eyed * " Well if ya think I wasn't going to let you off easy .. the fact of being in our business in my furry land , you got another thing coming ! "

B'uedume : " ' ess y'll don't want te know where Dawn is ! "

He crazily laughs beginning to make a run for it. , heading for the diagonal right very soon to pass through a lime green , tall group of grass.

Tawny : " We'll see about that ! "

The over thrown , second king of Sundaya unleashes his claws coming from his furry , front paws and long , hind legs then leaps over the twin log to the right. , and runs across - turning his furry head/face left , to B'uedume who met him simultaneously in different lanes. Land and twin log. Almost across the twin log still stretches to the far right , Tawny lively pile drives then lands on his long , hind , furry fours at solid ground. , just when B'uedume makes a turn left to avoid Tawny , but he roars abit as he is tackles B'uedume.

An action that has happened again. Tawny and B'uedume fly to the left in a quick second onto the dirt ground. Caught , B'uedume is pinned to the dirt ground toppling over separate , elite of tall , lime green grass that seems to be part of the ground. Tawny had his front , furry paws/unleashed claws pressed onto B'uedume's furry chest almost nearly to the area of his throat.

It may have occurred to Tawny that he should've emerged out against B'uedume the old , male lion .. - in full force , still he kept note of his furry appearance in mind. Hmm. Such a - what it looks , bony , furry , almost long figure he has. .. Either losing a cat battle , once a King from a specific or particular land , exhiled from his pride or a trickster.

Lion fifty six's furry , lavender eyes widen in shock/fear while Tawny growls in a low tone , squinting the furry corners of both his light , hazel eyes. , keeping his aggravated and miserable , furry grin.

He spoke keeping his voice the same as always. Like a know at all , rude. Just like Queen Destiny.

Tawny : " Do I have the word " idiot " written all over my furry forehead ? You want to send me on a wild goose chase do you ? "

B'uedume : * chuckles * " Y'll crazy. "

He begins to laugh in beats but it really isn't that funny. , then lets out a murdered , chocking , and loss of breathing sound almost to a point where B'uedume will be speaking and gagging up salvia too.

Tawny : " I want to know .. and I want to know now. So I'm not going to say this again. Now where in Sabtinus is this land you speak of ? "

Sabtinus is the opposite place of heaven or Kinny as a cat God in Sundaya. Like hell in reality.

Tawny : " Mmh. You better be truthful about this because I cannot stand lies or cats that tell lies. Be convincing. I've never heard of it. "

Lion fifty six does not respond , looking up and down at Tawny in silence rarely moving his eye pupils. Tawny looks at him doing his best to keep it together. - holding his patience , like a meter rock that is about to fall in full force heading for Earth. He is almost " there " to losing his patience.

B'uedume : " A'right. Mmh. Let me up ! I'll tell. "

His voice was very serious and calm. Too resolute ! It's like his deep country accent was a lie although it's truly the way he speaks. Like he had a ghostly , image of himself that has left then - two seconds later , comes flying back in him. Also like his soul.

Tawny's light , hazel eyes go un narrow eyed then smirks. , enjoying the messed up , fatal act of chocking out his only , furry company for now. Something in Tawny .. made him " knew " that he doesn't have his usual , furry crowd of lions within his collision anymore. - Though a lie , but still. Only because of how serious his reputation got and how many cats he let down when King of Sundaya.

Making it the Queen's whooole pride. And Queen Destiny herself. .. " What about the one I love ? " - he thought. " Queen Destiny or Kip , he/she's a true friend. , wouldn't ever forget a life long , ever since cubhood friend of he/she's. "

Tawny : " I'm not falling for that old trick in the book. You and I both know that land doesn't exist. The Queen of Sundaya's never heard of it , - again , I didn't , the first King of Sundaya hasn't , neither the Guardian of Sundaya ! I wasn't born yesterday. "

B'uedume : " Mmh. Partner , like I said be'fore , let me up. No truin ' ! ' ll tell. Not what I ' eard. "

Tawny thought about the last sentence that B'uedume said. , obviously feeling persuaded. Even though he doesn't trust the information about the other side of Sundaya.

Tawny : " What are you getting at ? "

B'uedume : " Me needs te be risin. ' "

He gives Tawny a furry smirk of mean/toughness waiting for Tawny to say something next. Tawny moves his long , furry fours backward off of B'uedume. , giving him his personal space back. B'uedume takes his sweet time getting up onto his almost long , furry fours then shakes his mane. Tawny looks at B'uedume seeing his almost long , furry back knowing another trick he's pulling. , almost to be procrastinating up a storm while he rotates his whole , almost long , furry body towards Tawny.

But Tawny isn't planning to stay any longer. He spoke up while walking pass a separate group of lime , green grass onto the dirt ground almost heading for another missing piece of solid , dirt ground. Almost what seems to be a perfect/diagonal , one metered hill.

Tawny : " Looks like I'm wasting time right about now. Even the information on your name means nothing to me. "

B'uedume remains in front of the group of grass he was tackled on , towards the left all alone sitting upright in the middle at the diagonal left. His furry , lavender eyes get large as he watches Tawny almost reach his way to the hill.

B'uedume spoke up stopping Tawny who turns his furry head back , giving him his : " What do you want now ? " furry look while keeping his furry grin. He pauses moving his furry head back keeping his almost long , furry , old ' n bony figure in place. , understanding what Tawny's furry face reaction meant.

Finding his words , B'uedume spoke up .. bringing back his attitude towards Tawny throughout their entire conversation.

B'uedume : " ' ight , ' ight , left , ' ight , left , ' ight , ' ight. Then ' all know yer there. , "

He almost pauses.

B'uedume : " ' ood luck. ' appy trails bud. "

Tawny turns his furry head that was once forward when B'uedume began speaking. , then turns to the diagonal right looking into space while his furry , dark eyebrows narrow abit in annoyance. Tawny quickly walks up to B'uedume furry face against furry face then spoke up getting B'uedume to move his furry head/face back. , while grinning at the pathetic attempt to try to put him in his furry place.

Tawny : " Now let's get something straight. I'm not your chum , buddy , b-est friend , my b-oy or pal-sy wa-lsy. , "

Tawny : " Keep that in mind will ya ? "

B'uedume doesn't respond , looking down at Tawny not wanting to say anything. Just nothing. Instead , he sits again to the right looking ahead at the left and shrugs his bony , furry shoulders. And slightly nods his furry head , pushing off the nonsense between a simple , furry stranger from Sundaya.

And that wasn't .. really ' referring ' Tawny as his bud either.

Tawny turns his furry head back against B'uedume while walking ahead reaching the hill. When Tawny is three meters away from the hill , he turns his furry head/face straight to the left as if B'uedume was there. , and spoke up giving no furry , eye contact.

Tawny : " Thanks , for the directions. Including the talk we had. "

B'uedume turns his furry head straight looking at Tawny who stood ahead of him and still looking to the left. He smiles happily then spoke up.

B'uedume : " Yer welcome. "

He dashes to the right and leaps over the twin log sticking the landing while skiing abit upon impact. , letting the dirt ground rise into the wind. After , he runs straight and uses furry tail to destroy the pile of dandelions. , and yellow , tulip petals that fell from the trees in the area. He disappears crossing a triple , twin log then turns into a blurry , furry , almost long figure below.

Tawny turns his furry head/face behind and finds his furry self all alone and there's no sign of B'uedume. He hesitantly walks slowly to the spot B'uedume sat at , by a separate group of lime , green grass that is pulverized. The wind starts to blow while Tawny stops walking and continues to look around wondering what is happening.

He turns left catching a glimpse of another path straight ahead. , seeing a piece of a triple , twin log , but it isn't as bothered as the dandelions and yellow , tulip petals in the wind. Twirling gracefully , as far as his curiosity and himself is concerned.Tawny continues to watch the show between yellow , tulip petals and dandelions. , as it makes it's way high above him into mid air spinning left and right in place. Spitting pieces of itself out and about like fireworks. , except the form of it being in circles and non sound. Non squeaky and whistling sound.

It glides to the right over Tawny's very long mane then dives two meters at the dirt ground creating a really good impersonation of ocean , calm waves then straight for the twin log and twirls to the right in circles , circles and circles almost like a tornado. Soon , it splits apart and flies down to the left , passing through the many groups of lime green grass. Then the first group comes behind Tawny by his long , furry tail and furry butt while the second group distracts him. , coming in front of him , but twirls into a circle of little people like a traditional dance in front of the fire.

Tawny felt weak and attentive at the same time. His heart felt like beating uncontrollably. , he felt like sleeping and dreaming of all this by the one he loves. , his very light , hazel eyes felt like avoiding what he couldn't believe he was seeing. , and his furry , front paws felt like being romantically onto Queen Destiny's furry , widened hips looking down at her from her right , furry , big head below her right shoulder. Comfortable and loved. The first group of dandelions and yellow , tulip petals forcefully pushes down his furry , long tail and through his long , hind legs.

The movement made Tawny's fur dance as he begins to sit upright , slouching his long , furry back while looking closely at what the second group is about to do. For all he knows as of right now , he felt under a spell. Forced and easily persuaded. Dominated. He felt welcome even though he needed to leave. He ONLY left Sundaya because he needs to go away for a while .. a long while .. in order to get himself together and worry about himself right now. , a simple , obvious observation of being on his own even if he remained independent at the start of his furry , early , preteen years.

A short series where lioness , lions and cubs - not yet , can walk on their hind legs the way us humans walk on our legs. Eventually , both groups of beautiful , elegant and sweet scents of dandelions and yellow , tulip petals met Tawny at the left who once did so - refusing at an instant then to the right , but misses Tawny. The wind blows harshly pushing Tawny's very long mane back and then his furry head to tilt up.

The groups turn their backs at Tawny then rises up disappearing into mid air. - So it seemed the truth of entering inside the broccoli and broken afro top to the tree balanced above long , tree branches. Tawny widens his very light , hazel eyes , looking left to right then becomes even more alarmed than usual. , hearing a familiar voice as if you didn't know. A lioness.

Lioness of Tawny's : " Come on ... mm-hmm. " * light giggles *

Tawny purrs in obsession letting his heart beat. , rapidly hitting his furry , six pack chest forward and backward while looking at his repetitive surroundings as if she could be around here somewhere. He didn't even care about the dandelions and the yellow , tulip petals that are huge , skinny , green leaves. Then the dandelions and yellow , tulip petals came rushing down in great speed. , then comes extremely , ever so close to the entrance of his snout/nose forcing him to smell it. Recognize who. Realize what as he closes his very light , hazel eyes feeling his chest push forward. , he roars again and stopping repeating the process all over again.

His sharp claws coming out of his furry , front paws dig ever so deep into the beige , brown colored , streaked , million numbered , long stems of lime green grass. , with a mixture of dark green ground taking it all in. The feeling of recognition , remembrance , a certain lioness - like she is really there , but a furry , splitting image and voice of her , - but in Sundaya. , so much endless love hidden in himself and possibly the Queen while being frienimies. Still , that hasn't been discovered in Queen Destiny's pov. The yellow , tulip petals and dandelions perform one more spin as a grand final then makes a sprinkling sound. , deciding to end it's show and escorts itself out of the area , away from Tawny in midair.

Tawny remains sitting - still slouching his long , furry back , upright .. looking ahead and panting softly to a level where it cannot be heard. He was taken aback from what happened. ! His very long , pushed back mane in colors reddish orange , streaked and golden - with a light fade and shade of brown , lifeless , looking dull , extremely curled like having split ends. He retracts his claws coming from his front , furry paws then stood up onto his long , furry fours. Seeing a glistening yellow and dim light ahead of him to the right , Tawny knew that it is morning here in Sundaya and that most cats from Queen Destiny and King Kip's pride will most likely wake up by then .. or now.

The cats would easily take note of Tawny's furry disappearance even it is himself that chooses to go away from Sundaya. , rather than be permanently - though already has long ago , been exhiled from Sundaya and Queen Destiny's pride. ' NEVER ' .. to return. .. Be ' LUCKY ' enough to live out of other outskirts of Sundaya avoiding and prevent from being detected by other cats - especially lions like Touphy and Tum , who patrol their domain and Queen Destiny's royal territory daily. He slowly turns his whole , furry body foward and walks rather gracefully - although in usual force and fiery about it , passing gently through groups of lime , green and dark shades of grass that are the same length and move in the same direction.

He reaches the hill like , dirt , beige colored , and grass ground platform then leaps over it to avoid tripping. He maneuvers left , right , diagonal right , left , straight , then still keeps moving onto his long , furry two's in order to slip through broken tree branches and twigs. Lastly into a stalking position , Tawny goes under over weighted looking , flat , weightless , pure , dark green grass leaves that reaches three meters to grass ground level. Sticking out of another log , but broken in half.

Still the log being stretched out to the further left and right. He could feel the cool , refreshing and inviting breeze picking up from ahead of him. , still at grass ground level as his fur dances. Pushing back onto millions of other hair strands ... - over one another , then stays stuck and trapped behind his furry , buff shoulders , gliding out into the air everywhere and lastly drops out into it's original , messy form. He thinks about B'uedume's directions to the other far , left side of Sundaya - west being the land surprisingly that there is one .. that himself or Queen Destiny would know about. Juvieslle Dawn ; to the far right - east while making a weak turn , right about to head for a huge puddle in far below , water depths.

He spoke to himself in his furry head keeping his voice calm and at patience - usually or always firm and bossy , while he walks to give himself company. Sounding just like the tone when you want to get to the bottom of something.

Tawny : " Right , right , left , right , left , right , right. What do I have to lose ? What could I have left ? "

Before he could finish his sentence , his left , furry , front paw came very near the un outlined surface of a puddle that would be rather short - like seven feet , but ' more ' depths than that. When Tawny's right , furry , front paw steps it's way forward knowing that it'll land on solid , now muddy ground , Tawny falls below into the puddle quickly while rotating to the right side of his furry , long body. He felt his heart pause as he lets himself drop down more below. , while looking at the tiny , white , floating spots in deep blue , wet , underwater midair. Not caring about his very long , pushed back mane that dances with him like sea weed. He still holds his breath even though there is no point in doing so.

Never has it been established that lions could swim. What was the use ? All cats in Sundaya and animals hate his guts. He lost his title having - and still ruling with Queen Destiny , their royal , enormous kingdom that is now King Kip's. In much thoughts , he still floats about like a gorgeous , teenage , male human matching his furry face features perfectly. - except his skin is abit pale , excelling so well in underwater synchronized swimming without being above surface. Nothing has changed , of course a deep , icy , cold stare that would make almost any cats blood run cold or pause before speaking when within his furry presence.

He was angry at himself. He hated being sensitive , trying to be identified , and being overthrown by a lot of male lions. His father - named Red - strict , royal , abusive , very dominant and serious , would claw him so hard until he is on his furry butt. Slouching his long , furry back , spitting and coughing up dark , fiery , red blood that once is suppose to be inside and flowing into his furry , long body. His mother wouldn't do a single thing about it .. whether he remembers back then in his story of furry , hair strands or not. He'd even ' bet ' his mother would watch her eldest , furry son get abused by ' her ' husband. - He was always taught the hard way. The strongest , the trouble maker.

Tawny opens his light , hazel eyes and stops thinking. Realizing what is it that he is doing. Thinking while sinking when all he has to do , is make an attempt - use this remainder of time almost nearly wasted , to reach the surface or he'll die because of suffocation. .. This could be the end of him. , he starts to almost quickly swim before a vine of seaweed below could grab for one of his long , hind legs. While his very long , pushed back mane glides upward behind him .. all in one furry , very long , big , hairy piece , as one. He gasps loudly - throwing his furry head/face backward , for air .. out of the puddle , coughing loudly as water escapes from his lungs. , dripping down his soft , yellowish shade , white , and brown streaked fur.

He growls again to himself , still hating that he had to go in the water ' again. ' Only - this time , he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. So much for going in sooner rather than later. That dive he did earlier , must've NOT been worth it. , asking for more than just this. Not wanting to come across any more puddles , he uses his left , furry paw to heavily push back the million strands of his reddish orange and goldish mane. That reveals his scratched up , fair , furry face and very light , hazel eyes. He sighs heavily , standing onto all his long , furry fours then dashes forward in a straight line. , ignoring every hair strand that either comes into his way while running or flying behind his furry head into the air.

He turns right and continues to dash onto a tree log that stretches left and right then rises down. , and swirls right and lastly four meters below. Tawny hand stands , trots and unleashes his claws coming from both his furry , front paws to long , hind legs about on a tree bark and even throws himself into the air. Always known to create a * thump ! * impact onto .. whether a tree log or solid , leafy , muddy ground landing onto all furry , fours. , without stumbling.

He comes to a stop trotting straight ahead then sees a dangerous yet simple , typical , dark grey boulder shrub , yellow , tall grass and a baoab tree with the blazing sun behind. It's a beautiful landscape. , so beautiful Tawny's un outline of his long , furry body would be colored in dark black. He calmly walks up to the baoab tree then unleashes his claws - furry , front paws , against the sturdy , stubborn , strange design , tree bark giving it a sharp workout. He knew this area is familiar. Where no cat can be able to see Sundaya any more. He didn't know if he'll return as he stands onto his long , furry two's. Claws out by both of his furry sides while looking ahead.

There goes a sound of * cink ! , squeak ! * but , rather together and annoying at the same time. That was the sound of his claws retracting back into his soft , chubby , furry , front paws. He jogs toward at a diagonal direction then lifts his long , hind legs up before his front , furry paws have already landed onto the dirt , grassy ground and quickly trots crossing the end of his path's platform. Parts of his furry , long body starts - from his furry , hind legs to half cutting towards his furry chest , to slowly vanish going deeper , deeper and so much deeper up to a point where his long , furry tail is shown.

It could be the way to : " Juvieslle Dawn " - alike from : " The Bad pits of Uprising " , another .. more dangerous part of Sundaya though so called to be said .. but , he should know what he's getting himself into. Right ? .. or no ? How many times - # , would he does this again ? , as if this would be his first time. ??? No number , for now.

That " was '' the last of Tawny.

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