example one

Floating Feather had always been a free spirit; and it told in the ceremony that had gifted her the name she called her own. Floating Feather, a little bird with big dreams of going everywhere. A little bird with spread wings that flew in the air. A bird with a small body but big heart; bursting at it's brim. A heart that could not be contained by the wants felt within. Floating Feather was destined to fly, destined to leave her pride and explore. Parting from them had been hard; but she could feel her wings begin to unfurl, catching the gusts as she rode the wings of anticipation. [109 words]

example two

"What have you done?" The words were whispered, so quietly and barely audible. But he heard them anyway, snapping out of his daze like a bucket of water had been poured over his head. Their eyes met, and his vision blurred with tears.
"No" He whispered, taking a slow step forward. He trembled, a glint of light catching on her face. Her eyes were wet too. She was crying. Because of him, because of what he had done. "No"
"Why?" The word came as a choked out sob, and she backed away. Her eyes were wide; and it was like he could see all the dampness in them fall to the corner in a tear. It slid down her face, but he never saw it fall as she spun around and ran. Ran from him, because of what he had done.
"No" [140 words]

example three

There was a figure sitting infront of the cave as you approached. His dark green eyes met yours; filled with a seriousness that made you stand taller. "Well?" His voice was harsh, a challenge. You didn't know what to say; his glare made you lose thought.
"Don't be rude" A voice chided, and a sleek looking lioness exited the cave, eyes shining warmly. She was a mottled golden yellow and warm, hazel colored brown. "You'll have to forgive Rivet; he takes his cave guard role seriously."
"As one should" The lion -Rivet- growled, flexing his claws in a obvious display of power. You followed the beckoning lioness into the cave; larger then it looked on the outside. There were cubs of all ages milling about. Some splashed in the underground lake, and some tackled eachother on the earth. There were a couple lionesses lazing around, licking their pridemates ears and gossiping idly as little ones played.
"Welcome" The mottled lionesses voice sounded in your ear. "To the adoption cave. We take in cubs left unwanted; and give them new homes. Now, what are you looking for?"[183 words]