Falling fast(private--luka)dropping hard

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    The sky was blue, the tree's and grass were green, the dancing clouds a pure white, and than there was the lion cub that completely mismatched the system. Canvascub or Vay was bored he was being stupid as usual pointing out the obvious as his back laid there with the small pricks of the flow-ish green like spikes jabbed into the males back. Vay wasn't sure what to do except mess with others. It wasn't the best solution or greatest first impression, but that wasn't really on the cubs mind. The memories of how that day went. His brother and himself watching them all just....oh wait that's what Canvascub wanted to do. The cub looked up to the tree smirking. This time he was going to get up more than one inch before collapsing.



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