snow tigers' den

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Crying because that's what she could only do. A little pure white kitten laid alone in the dark night, in a snowy, cold forest.
She cried and cried and cried.
Until she heard a little rustling in the bushes and twigs snapping. A white tiger emerged from the bushes, hovering over the kitten.
"Aw what are you doing here little one?" Asked the white tiger. The white tiger had a soft and female voice. All the kitten could do was cry she was very young. Her eyes weren't even open and she could not hear.
As the white tiger heard her cry she knew she was alone. No mother, no father,no siblings...no one.
The white tiger lightly grabbed the kitten by her neck and carried her to a den made from rocks. The den had another cave connected to it. The white tiger carried the kitten to a log for a table and set her down.
"What are doing snow tip?" Said a gruffy male voice.
"Oh nothing I just found a baby snow tiger so I thought I'd bring it in she was all alone and shivering from the cold." Said the white tiger.
"What, that's doesn't happen often.
Well while the rest of the pack is sleeping take it in to the nursery." Said the gruffy voice.
The white tiger named snow tip nodded her head.

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