I hear the pounding of claws on the hard stone floor behind me. I'm running for my life, using my map to find my way through the tangle of boundaries. I hear his rhythmic breathing, not tired at all, not like me. I daren't make a sound in case some other lion starts chasing me as well. I hear boundraries being knocked aside behind me. It's too dark! Why hasn't anyone lit the torches yet? Where am I? I see the glimmer of a camp fire: number 4. I veer off track. I hear the lion skidding to change direction behind me. He does it surprisingly fast.
I can see the central fountain. That means I'm near Sir Toulong's area. Nearly home...
I leap over the boundary to the Canvasatorn quorkshire. I turn around. The lion is standing there, growling at me. I back away. He wouldn't come in, would he? OHNO-
<WRITTEN AFTERWARDS>
I dropped my log at that point. What happened afterwards; well, it happened in just about a second. The lion leapt without warning. No pose, no bunched up muscles, just a leap, strong and straight and fast. At the same moment, a whir of claws jumped over me, colliding with the lion in mid air, bowling it over. Claw was standing on the lion, who lashed out with one back paw, catching me under the head. Then, as Claw fought the lion out of our territory, time returned to normal. It hurt. The lion snarled at me, and bounded back home.
I've got a poultice on now. Claw thinks it won't scar. Dad is furious. So is Mum. Grandma, Uncle, everyone. Going out of the boundary. I should've never considered making a map.
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MaNnIeS
AdventureOne day, Roarsaener and his siter Mozainae of the Canvasatorn clan discover the danger arising again. MaNnIeS. The most pure... things, that have ever existed. Pure as in pure evil.
