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Polaris ؛ ଓ

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The glorious early morning light that shone across the Pride`s camp was enough to stir Polaris from her much needed slumber, forcing an exaggerated yawn to slip past her maw as her eyes fluttered open. For a brief moment, she took the luxury of lifting her head to examine her surroundings before forcing herself up, leaning backwards as she stretched her front appendages. She gave her tan pelt a brief shake as if to rid herself of the moss and dust that clung to it prior to slinking off to saunter through the camp. It was often quiet in the early morning and, truth be told, she would be lying if she claimed she didn`t enjoy it. Her tail swayed to and fro as she padded along, the movements and curvature an indication of her being relaxed and content.

Polaris eventually settled on a jagged stone, one that rewarded whoever climbed it with a place to bathe beneath the rising sun. She lowered herself as a contented purr rumbled deep within her chest, amber eyes half-lidded due to the lack of chatter and crowding that would certainly soon appear once the majority of felines awoke from their respective slumbers. Polaris silently wondered if she would have any tasks for today, knowing that some days the Chief was content and that Jasper had no need to fret over lacking a certain herb or remedy for an ill cat. She loved it when the camp was like this: peacefully quiet and snug.

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Commentary: Certainly on the shorter side, but didn`t want to do too much, haha. <3

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~𝒦𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾~

||~. 𝐒ɦ𝖾 𝗋α𐓣 𝖿α𝗌𝗍 α𐓣ᑯ ᑯα𝗋𝗍𝖾ᑯ 𝗂𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝖾 υ𐓣ᑯ𝖾𝗋ᑲυ𝗌ɦ. 𝐒ɦ𝖾 ωα𝗍𝖼ɦ𝖾ᑯ 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗋αᑲᑲ𝗂𝗍, ɦ𝖾𝗋 ρυρ𝗂ᥣ𝗌 𝗂𐓣𝗍ⱺ 𝗌𝗂ᥣ𝗍𝗌 α𝗌 𝗌ɦ𝖾 ᥣ𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 ɦ𝖾𝗋 ɦ𝗂𐓣ᑯ 𝗌ᥣ𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍ᥣ𝗒 α𐓣ᑯ ρⱺυ𐓣𝖼𝖾𝗌, ᑲ𝗂𝗍𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗋αᑲᑲ𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖼α𝗋𝖿 α𐓣ᑯ 𝗄𝗂ᥣᥣ𝗌 𝗂𝗍 ω𝗂𝗍ɦ ɦ𝖾𝗋 𝖼ᥣαω𝗌 .~||

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~𝒦𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾~

||~.𝐒ɦ𝖾 𝗋α𐓣 ⱺ𝖿𝖿, 𝗀ⱺ𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝗍ⱺ 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗌ꭑαᥣᥣ 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 α𐓣ᑯ ᥣⱺⱺ𝗄𝖾ᑯ 𝖿ⱺ𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᥣ𝖾ꭑⱺ𐓣. 𝐀𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𐓣ᑯ𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝗌ⱺꭑ𝖾 ⱺ𝖿 ᑲⱺ𝗍ɦ 𝗌ɦ𝖾 ɦ𝖾αᑯ𝖾ᑯ 𝗍ⱺ 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝗄𝗒 α𝗋𝖾α α𐓣ᑯ 𝗀ⱺ𝗍 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᑯ𝖾𝗏𝗂ᥣ𝗌 𝖼ᥣαω. 𝐒ɦ𝖾 𝗀ⱺ𝗍 𝗍ɦ𝖾ꭑ α𐓣ᑯ ɦ𝖾α𝗋ᑯ α 𝗀𝗋ⱺωᥣ ᑲ𝖾ɦ𝗂𐓣ᑯ ɦ𝖾𝗋, 𝗌ρ𝗂𐓣𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀 α𝗋ⱺυ𐓣ᑯ 𝗌ɦ𝖾 𝗌αω 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᑯα𝗋𝗄 𝖼ⱺᥣⱺ𝗋𝖾ᑯ 𝗋ⱺυ𝗀𝖾 α𐓣ᑯ ᑯα𝗋𝗍𝖾ᑯ 𝗊υ𝗂𝖼𝗄ᥣ𝗒 ω𝗂𝗍ɦ 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ɦ𝖾𝗋ᑲ𝗌, 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗋ⱺυ𝗀𝖾 𝖿ⱺᥣᥣⱺω𝖾ᑯ ɦ𝖾𝗋.~||

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+|. נιηχ gяσωℓѕ, ¢нαѕιηg тнє ѕнє-¢αт, ησт яєαℓιzιηg ѕнє'ѕ gєттιηg тнє нєявѕ ƒσя тнє ¢ℓαη αη∂ ησт тяєѕραѕѕιηg. нє ¢σηтιηυє∂ ¢нαѕιηg нєя υηтιℓ нє ƒιηαℓℓу мαηαgє∂ тσ ριη нєя ∂σωη, мαкιηg нєя уσωℓ ℓσυ∂ℓу ./|+

ADDAX
The morning air was crisp—cool with the last remnants of night clinging to the earth like forgotten breath. Dew clung to the stones and bark, glistening beneath the slow stretch of sun beginning to warm the oasis.

Addax stood still on a rise just outside the heart of camp, his silhouette a jagged shape against the softening sky. The wind tugged gently at the short fur along his shoulders, and the single dark bead around his neck tapped faintly against his chest with each calm breath.

Below, the pride stirred.

Rustlers were gathering near the edge of the clearing, their voices low but building as they prepared for the morning hunt. Others padded from their dens, shaking sleep from their bones and blinking into the gold-touched breeze. The oasis was coming to life—but Addax remained separate from it, like a statue too long in place to remember movement.

He scanned the horizon beyond the trees. The grass rippled with the early wind, and somewhere in the distance, a small flock of birds took flight—startled, perhaps, by something unseen. He watched them with quiet intensity, as though reading a story only he understood.

There was no need to speak. No one to report to yet. No reason to break the silence that still held the edge of morning.

Addax simply stood, ears twitching faintly, gaze steady.

Waiting.

Measuring.

Listening to the pride awaken behind him, and the desert breathe ahead.