Somewhere. >> open

[mica]

Magnificent, ballooning storm clouds blew past the sun, making Mica's predicament seem more hopeless then it had already been. The darkness preceded an unprecedented shower, soaking the grasses, her back, and her legs. Mica hated it. No sunshine, always rain. Always, her life caught in the dank. It was disgusting and wrong. It smelled bad and felt terrible. Dark, wet. Always and forever. Tsk tsk. She knew that she was headed for nowhere, yet she kept walking. Only the weak ended their walk of life. Only the helpless and weak. Mica would not be known as helpless and weak. She would keep going, keep wandering this endless plain, until she met her own end.

Mica wondered about what she wanted. To be dry, obviously. But what aside that? To fall in love? No. Males were lazy, good-for-not liars. They ate their own children and practiced polygamy. The ultimate in sleazy. No way could she find herself in love with one of them. She wasn't even remotely attracted to them.
Did she want a family, or friends? No. They always end up backstabbing, whining about, and loathing you. But she didn't want to be alone. Did she want a home? She already had one. The plains. And she hated them. She didn't like life, and she really did not like death. What was she here for, and where was she headed?
Mica only wanted to be dry. That was an unsatisfying enlightenment.

Where was she, anyway? Plains as far as the eye could see. Nowhere. No, she was somewhere. Now that was an enlightenment. She was in somewhere, just headed for somewhere. Adrift in life, never to find it's shore. That explained everything. Mica was brilliant. But she wasn't male. Can't get anywhere in this society if you are a lioness, it seemed. What rubbish.

It was dark, it was cold, it was wet, and she was lost. She hadn't seen one trace of life for miles, aside from the grasses. Mica wondered if she had died and went to purgatory. Regardless, she was in purgatory. Life stank.
Males always had seemed rather satisfied. Like overgrown cubs, they sat around under their favourite tree, waiting for their lionesses to come with food and grooming. That's what Mica would do, from now on. Stop searching for satisfaction, and wait for it to come to her.

She scratched up some of the grass and made a bed, lying down and waiting. She was still cold and wet, and it was still dark. Wait and see, she thought, Wait and see.

[anshira]

The wet season had its ups and downs for the pride. It brought food to the watering holes, such as wildebeest, and buffalo. Food made mothering cubs easier, therefore having a whole litter survive more successful. The wet season brings life to any pride, helping them flourish, and live. But it brings slogginess, and competition. For a rogue it isn't as friendly. All the food around them that they wish to eat, they cannot hunt down alone... the winds and water help them freeze, they're left to scavenge what others might leave behind... It's a rough world.

ooc. nearli done i swerz. xD