Kitwana grumbled quietly as he picked thorns out of his paw at the edge of his den for the third time this week. There was a rather striking hare on the edge of the pride that had made its den in a thicket of thorns and he wanted its pelt to decorate his den so badly, but the little scamp had given him the slip every time he tried to catch it. It was getting a bit ridiculous at this point - it was a hare after all, it wasn't as if its pelt was that large - but now Kitwana knew it was a matter of pride that he'd have to catch this sneaky guy.Wiggling his toes, he tested the waters a bit in terms of discomfort and found that all the thorns had successfully been removed. He stood and gave his paw a bit of a shake before pressing down some weight on it - still tender, but not as painful as it had been as he had limped back to the pride.
"I really should get a Thrall for this kind of stuff," he muttered to himself as he used his tail to sweep the offending thorns away from the front of his den.
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