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  173. The buffalos were grazing peacefully that sunny day. As the melodious song of the birds, the buzzing of the flies and the feint whispering of the African breeze filled the air, the buffalos continued to chew their meal without a care in the world. Suddenly, they all raised their heads and stood alert; they could smell something. Something deadly was approaching. The buffalos couldn't tell what it was, for their eyesight is mediocre, and their stalkers were well hidden anyway. But as the danger got closer and closer, the buffalos could properly identify the smell: the smell of death. The smell that every buffalo fears since they're in the womb. The lead bull quickly shouts the one word every buffalo dreads hearing: "Lions!" As soon as he finishes mooing his warning, the big cats spring out of the bushes. Armed with razor-sharp claws and powerful bone-crunching jaws with teeth as deadly as a serial killer's knife, the lions had only one thing in mind: kill. The buffalos ran for their lives. "Protect the children!"- screamed a female buffalo. The calves wailed and cried, fearing that their short lives would soon be over. Suddenly, the lead bull yelled firmly: "Boys! The safety of our next generation is our top priority! Defensive formation! As we rehearsed! Double time! Tenhut!" As soon as they heard their leader, the buffalo soldiers quickly surrounded the calves, using their horns and their own bulk to protect the younger ones. The lions closed in, but they stopped, unwilling to penetrate such a dangerous barrier. The buffalos continued to run, and they made it to a steep hill. With the cats hot on their tail, the buffalos had no choice but to climb the treacherous cliff. One slip would spell doom for the buffalos, as their legs could break and leave them at the mercy of the barbaric felines. But the buffalos didn't give up, and they trudged up the incline one by one. It seemed that the buffalos have escaped, but a moo of despair suddenly filled the air. It was the oldest member of the herd; an ancient bull named Old Leatherhide. The old bull was dangling from the cliff; his leg hanging inches from the lion's teeth. He tried his damnest to get up, but his old age has made him frail and tired. Suddenly, a lion jumped on his back. "Help me!"- screamed Old Leatherhide. As the lion tried to sink its teeth into his neck, Old Leatherhide closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate. But suddenly, charging in from behind all the dust, the lead bull and his soldiers charged at the lions, saving the old bull. "Grandfather, are you all right?"- asked the concerned leader. "Yes, my grandson, thanks to you."- replied Old Leatherhide, extremely proud of his grandson and his bravery and leadership. The old bull joined his grandson up the hill, where the entire herd faced their feline adversaries. The lions halted in their tracks; the buffalos had the high ground, and the lions did NOT underestimate their power. Without a second thought, the cats retreated, leaving the buffalos to celebrate their victory in peace. As the herd continued to graze, Old Leatherhide was resting under a tree next to his grandson. "I always knew you would be a good leader."- said the aging bull. His grandson was flattered and he nuzzled his grandfather as they continued watching over their people, on high alert as always, for Kruger was full of many dangers...
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  566. After the sudden chase, the young leopardess spent hours up the tree, too traumatized and scared to get down. In her short life, she had already seen many of her kind get chased and even killed by these ruthless, bigger cats, but she never imagined it would one day happen to her. She wondered if one day, all of this would change. Her thoughts were interrupted by a scent in the air: the scent of death. The lions had claimed another victim. At first she couldn't tell what the scent was, but a few quick whiffs later and she realized that it was a familiar scent. Her heart nearly stopped beating as she came to the conclusion of what happened. In a flash, she jumped off the tree and landed on the ground, her thick pads absorbing the impact, and she raced towards the scent, hoping that it's not too late. When she finally arrived at the Acacia forest, her worst nightmare was lying right in front of her: lying motionless on the ground, blood dripping from her punctured throat, was none other than the leopardess's mother. Even though she was weaned and could hunt on her own, the young leopardess still felt love towards her mother, the one who nurtured her, protected her and loved her when no one else did. Seeing her body, lifeless and destroyed by the lions, filled her with grief, shock and terror. She was too busy mourning that she didn't notice at first that her mother was actually still alive, but barely. The lions savaged her and tore her body to shreds but didn't kill her for some reason. The young leopardess nuzzled her dying mother, who was too weak and in too much pain to nuzzle her baby girl back, even though she really wanted to. With her dying breath, the mother leopardess gave a final request to her daughter: "My sweet girl, you are far stronger than you think you are. You are capable of huge, huge things. If, some day, you get the chance to put those lions in their place and show them the pain and fear they've given us all these years, just, do it. And if you feel like you can't, remember... that... I'll always be.... with...... you..... within......" As she uttered this last word, she tried in vain to lift her paw to gently stroke her daughter's face one last time, but her paw fell limp and hit the ground. The life left her eyes. She was gone. Her heart filled with grief and despair, the young leopardess wailed into the air, screaming and yowling in pain at the death of her mother. As tears rolled down her cheeks and plopped to the ground, forming tiny mud puddles in the dirt below her, she snapped. She looked over to the North, where the lions had their den. With a look of pure rage and hatred in her eyes, she slowly trudged towards the lion's den, with the intention of honoring her late mother and making the lion's lives an absolute nightmare... WTF kind of dark fanfic have I just written!?!? 😳
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