Post by Bark Snowfur on Jan 19, 2008 21:48:58 GMT -5
Song of the Saber-Tooth
Prolouge
Southern California, 15,000 years ago.
It was a cool, clear night. A crescent moon glowed light down onto the grassy plain below. A soft, gentle breeze swept across the plain, stirring the grass and trees found on it. Under a particular aspen tree a drama was unfolding. A pride of smilodon, commonly called saber-tooth cats had encountered a rouge male, challenging the leader of the pride to a duel. The leader of the pride, a male called Silverclaw, stood up to the challenge. The two confronted each other, growling and roaring and barring the razor sharp sabers. The other members of the pride tensed up, for they knew that saber-tooth fights were horribly dangerous, resulting in major wounds.
The rouge male charged Silverclaw, and struck him across his face. Silverclaw roared in pain, the slash had injured his right eye. He was now confused and dazed. The fight was much harder with only one eye. The rouge male struck again, and the two cats reared on their hind legs and began to tussle. The rouge male slashed Silverclaw deep in the belly, spilling his intestines. With a howl of pain Silverclaw fell to the ground, left their to bleed to his death. The hierarchy of the pride has shifted, the new male, called Felix, was now the alpha, and this was very bad news for one of the cats.
Breeze, picked up her cub in her mouth; it was time to go. With her mate dead, the new leader would surely kill her. She panicked and broke out into a run, with her cub in her mouth. The cub was slowing her down, and this was not good, for a saber-tooth can only sprint a short distance. Running with all her power, Breeze trudged on across the dark grassy plain. Up ahead, she saw something promising, a large, unoccupied oak tree. Shelter! Breeze poured on and collapsed at the base of the oak. In a couple of minuets she was asleep with her cub at her side.