Creative Writing: Princess Octavia

LionWhisker charged off towards the cave before either of them could argue. As he approached the cave he let out a fierce yowl that seemed to echo through the forest. At that same moment a badger blundered out of the cave. LionWhisker leaped at the badger raking his claws across the badger’s muzzle blood oozing from the freshly made wound.

As soon as Cato he saw a herd of wild buffalo, that were perhaps out to drink the water left from the storm he thought it was a definite win. the only problem was capturing one as he only had a short copper dagger and a short supply of arrows. Either way he got out his bow and started aiming.

Out of nowhere, a lion from the forest entered the scene and jumped on the militants. The animal seized one of the attackers by the neck. Two other lions leapt at other militants who tried to attack the first lion, and the incident caused the assailants to flee.

Zimbabwean officials claim that the thirteen year old lion was lured from his home on protected land, and was then wounded with an arrow shot by Palmer. The black-maned lion was then allegedly pursued for 40 hours before finally being killed.

You must already have received many letters about the slaughter of Cecil the lion, outlining the outrage the world has to offer to Walter Palmer. Thanks to your help, the world has discovered that the lion was lured out of the national park by bait tied to the end of a vehicle, shot by the American dentist Walter Palmer, with a compound bow and left the lion to bleed out for 40 hours before finishing him off with a rifle.

When Markov finally appeared, the tiger killed him, dragged him into the bush and ate him. "The eating may have been secondary," Vaillant explains. "I think he killed him because he had a bone to pick."

It was a cold winter’s night, with mighty winds blowing hard against Jimbo’s glistening pectorals. Jimbo bounded over a small, thorny brush in pursuit of his next victim. His prey was fast, remarkably so, but neither Man nor Nature could stand between Jimbo and his next meal. The prey’s foot got caught on a small twig, completely halting their breakneck speed. Jimbo pounced on the prey’s struggling body, and without hesitation, sunk his teeth deep into the victim’s abdomen. Jimbo let out an audible moan of pleasure, as there was nothing Jimbo loved more than the taste of fresh gazelle. Jimbo felt his rush of adrenaline slowly dwindle. He toyed with the flaccid limbs of the gazelle, not knowing what to do next. He had been exclusively a lion

Dr. Walter Palmer is a big game hunter who boasts killing buffalo, polar bear, and other large creatures. He claims to have lured the lion out of his restricted reserve where he thought it could be killed. Palmer claims that he did not recognize Cecil, and only “noticed the collar when he killed the lion”. Brent Stapelkamp claims that the killing of the lion

“Do you promise?” PineKit asked sleepily. “I promise” CinderLeaf said, as he started to fade. “Tell LionWhisker it’s not his fault”

Finally, the day came for the two have meet for the big battle. Where dark and Light, good and evil, mixed together creating a balance, but the war just begin. As the clinging and crushing of the animals claws fighting one another, the bear and tiger met. The Brave and the Bold tiger Strike, surprisingly the tiger lips the bear in The head destroying him. That wasn’t the end of the tiger though comma he went for towards Frederick at a fast pace ready to take down. Fredrick stood ready as the tiger leaped at him. He took his blade, and decapitated the tiger, and after he threw it into the sky which created the

Lynx ran through the shadows, her large ears tearing through the undergrowth. ThunderClan’s scent was still present. “Come on, come on.” She urged three kits. Two females, one male. Their names were Feather, Blaze, and Leaf. Feather crept along silently while Blaze and Leaf raced to get to Lynx. Leaf tripped loudly. Leaf, the only male, was a reddish color, like autumn leaves with alarming yellow eyes. Blaze had orange fur with some white specks. And Feather was a simple dark grey with light grey stripes. Blaze was the only one with black ear-tufts like her own. The kits were only five months old, and moving as quick as they could. You could count their ribs. Lynx felt a stab of guilt. She was starving too. Feather looked at Lynx with her dark

The Lion would go through towns at night, scaring the children and adult alike, never doing much damage, always coming for the gift the town gave it. The town would give it meats and such to be sure the lion would not attack them or their livestock. After collecting it's gift the Lion always slunk back into the forest and was not seen again until the next night. The town began to run low of foods to offer to the lion and grew into a panic, so they formulated a plan. They would put out their last offering to lure it in, then they would trap it and cage it up so it couldn't ever hurt anyone and they would be able to save their food. So night came as usual and the people hid as usual. The Lion slowly came from the forest and stomped through the town right to the offering spot, and just as it picked up it's gift, they left down a metal cage, trapping the beast. They kept the lion right where they caught it, everyone taunting it when they walked past, no longer fearful of the beast as it was behind bars and could cause them no harm. They would feed it scraps, but never enough and the lion was slowly starving to death. As more days went by it drew closer to it's death, the townspeople noticing that it's demeanor was changing and it was weaker. They did nothing and left the lion in the cage, not worried that it may die and only glad they wouldn't be living in fear again, so the lion did die in the cage, and the lions spirit was cast to

She put a slash of black ink over the 4th day of August on the calendar. She was worried. She was scared. Her name was Queen Adelina of France. The queen’s long blonde hair swayed from side to side as she walked to the window sill of the castle’s turret. She gazed over the great town of Alsace. In the distance, Queen Adelina noticed a black horse wandering among the vast planes. The queen was pacing around the turret, biting her fingernails. She peered down to the grand doors of the great castle of Alsace. Two stiff guards were standing at the door with a bow and arrow. Queen Adelina walked over to a bench and lit a candle. The queen heard a galloping horse outside the window. She leaped off the bench and her long, golden dress waved back and forth as she walked to the window. King Baldric of the French was riding to the castle on his golden

I looked around making sure I didn't step into a trap. No one seemed to be in this one, my muscles untensed. Giggles prevaded throughout the area and my muscles quickly went back into the same position. I searched for a sign of movement, but saw nothing. Bushes rustled from the corner of my eye, making my leap back in surprise. The giggles returned. The bushes started to rustle again, out of them emerged the lionesses, all four of them.

Henry stood there looking at me with wide eyes Patrick had a large grin on his face and both Victor and Belch had a look on their face that said "Holy fucking shit." I walked out and brushed past them and walked down the hall.