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[DuckyGurl]

Adayna kept running, tears streaming down her face. She was quite confused. How did I hurt the pride? What happened? She asked herself.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"Stay out of my pride!" he hissed, chasing him off his territory with his large deadly fangs bore, his claws unsheathed.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna stopped, well out of Stormpride territory, and watched.

 

[Gerbil]

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"Stay out of my pride!" he hissed, chasing him off his territory with his large deadly fangs bore, his claws unsheathed.

"What pride?" Milo laughed, snarling, "you wouldn't stand against a cheeta let alone one of the border prides"

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna could just barely make out what they were saying, and she gritted her teeth. "Milo, get out of there!" She cried.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"Stay out of my pride!" he hissed, chasing him off his territory with his large deadly fangs bore, his claws unsheathed.

"What pride?" Milo laughed, snarling, "you wouldn't stand against a cheeta let alone one of the border prides"

Before he could sneer anymore, Khairi pounced on him and held on with his teeth and claws, piercing past his skin and poking the muscle. The giant rolled him to the border like an alligator would to its prey, squeezing more blood out of him and bruising his skin painfully, nearly smashing him flat. Eventually they stopped at the Great Stream, where Khairi dumped the pest off, blood billowing out into the river. As Milo sat in the chilling water, the lead lion snarled ear piercingly, warning him to leave unless he wanted to be beaten more.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna ran up and helped Milo out of the stream. "You really shouldn't of provoked him."

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Khairi shook his head at Adayna. "Don't help him. He won't be coming back," he said.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna just loped away.

 

[Gerbil]

Milo charged from the cold water, a spray of his blood and water hitting the backside of Khairi. He leaped ahead and swinging a razor tipped paw smack on the other lion's snout, raking his claws across his face and nose, ripping flesh, he feigned into the grass, disappearing into the shadows.