Howdy everybody! Here is an extract from a story I might write. Seeing as there is no skill or style, it will probably remain un-ended. Now, Taka is Scar's name before he received his scar and Tamin is that half-Pridlander half-Outsider lion created by me. There's a picture of him somewhere in the August or September 2006 section.

Tamin crossed the dark cave cautiously. His breathing echoing around the walls making strange whistling noises. His paws slipping slightly on the damp moss covered ground. He spotted something huddled on the ground. It shuddered and tried to make itself smaller. As he approached he realized that he was staring into the eyes of another lion; it was Taka. ‘‘What are you doing here?’’ asked Tamin. ‘‘Nothing. Leave me alone.’’ Taka’s voice was filled with bitterness and a hint of sorrow. ‘‘Taka, what are you doing in here all alone?’’ he pressed on. Taka turned away and stared at a crack in the wall. ‘‘I’m not leaving until you tell me.’’ Tamin said. Taka looked up and was surprised to see a look of concern in the slightly older lion’s eyes. ‘‘Don’t get up I’ll see myself out.’’ Taka responded whilst getting up and surreptitiously hiding his left eye with his paw and slunk out. ‘‘I’m only trying to help…’’ Tamin started, but Taka cut across: ‘‘I don’t need your help! I don’t need anybody’s help!’’ and with that he ran out leaving Tarmin looking forlorn.

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Taka sped off into the distance, his mind racing. Why would someone want to help him? Nobody cared about him. Mufasa was heir to the throne, never had a kind word for him, looked down on him, and treated him as an inferior and nobody did anything about it. Nobody cared! Nobody except for his mother. She had always told him he was special, he was her prince… Ever since she had succumb to an illness, Taka had been very lonely (to be continued…)

As you can see no style or talent, so it'll probably stay like this.