[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8]The tiger cub was outside of the catacombs, picking flowers again. He had been warned that he shouldn't be out alone, but after living the first few moons of his life completely sheltered he couldn't comprehend any danger that could overcome him. Careful not to crush the fragile petals under his clumsy paws, Koda was idly twisting the stems together into a flower crown.
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