Yeah, boredom is killing me.
The large tiger cries out in pain, and throws itself on the ground.
"Kenya, you must wake up!" cries the smaller feral beside it.
Kenya lied on the ground, lacking the energy needed to keep going. She was greatly battlescarred due to the many fights of the war going on within their home. Blood dripped from every where you could think of.. her eyes, her stomach, each drop that fell to the ground seemed to suck the life out of her. The small feral began nosing Kenya, urging her to keep going, refusing to accept the fact that she was good as dead. She continued to persuade Kenya to stand up, then she perked her ears up. Something was out there...
The young one looked around, then out of the dark jungle appeared the panthers... the enemy.
The panthers jumped at the bleeding tiger, the small one forced to run. She wouldn't look back to see her mother being eaten. Infact, she doubt she'd ever return to this jungle again. She was going to run away. Far away...