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Orange

Orange.

The strange big cat looked around, canine teeth exposed greatly.
It hid in the orange cave, fire blazing in the middle.
Red, orange, yellow, blue. The fire held the colors like nothing, making them work together.
That dragon.
The dragon lurked around the cave of the strange big cat.
It opened it's mouth to speak, nothing coming out. The cat stretched it's toes, leaning it's rear in the air to stretch even more.
That dragon.
The cat leapt out, looking down. It rammed it's head into the Dragons, roaring all the way.
Her fiery yellow and orange eyes meant business as she charged.
The fire kept sparkling.
She lunged and slammed her claws into that dragons head,
Blood made of honey oozed out.
Her confident orange and yellow eyes glistened.
Brave, fierce-ness, confidence,
Orange.
She let go of that dragon, walking off.
She laid down by an orange tree, tangy oranges falling off and onto her head.
She bit onto one, sour juice squirted out into her mouth.
Blood trickled from her tongue.
Too sour, too bitter.
She cried but ate until full, bleeding out underneath the tangy orange tree.

Orange.