.: Dune :.
.: Female :.
.: 4 :.
.: Warrior :.
.: Flirty, Feisty, Blissful, Flighty :.
.: Dune grew up in the average pride, she was the head huntress, until "bit" in the neck by a sharp needle. She woke up in a strange land and walked and walked, Until she found this new pride. :.
.: Dune trots through the sand, her tail making a "snake trail" behind her. A crow flying in the distance catches her eye, she had always wondered what was above the sky. Remembering when she was a cub her parents would tell her heaven was above. Dune sighs wondering just what heaven was, or if there really is one. A small dead leaf floats by her head and lands on the furry tip of her ear. She turns and snaps at it her pearly white teeth flashing in the low light of dusk. :.
